HFCS: effika’s blog

I’m going to edit this for clarity and tense and all that good stuff later on. Just need to post /something/ tonight. :-)

I’m back. I don’t think I wanted to be back right now, but nobody would answer their damn phones, except for Thai. Thai informed me that Heath was in town from his base in South Dakota so they were probably all at Jason’s. Except I can’t find anybody. Thai thought Paul was in Norman, but it turns out Paul is actually on his way back from Kansas City with his parents. Anyway, I got fed up from wondering if anybody would acknowledge me and did what I always do when feeling left out: drive long distances, and returned to Norman.

I suppose the above paragraph’s not entirely true. I hung out with David and Annie for 3 hours this afternoon before I left. They encouraged me to join them in drinking peppermint schnapps and playing Pirates this evening, but I’d seen David most of this week, and he and Annie were coming up to OKC next weekend anyway. I’m a little leery of drinking after this Saturday, anyway.

Saturday was a blast, except for the last 2 hours or so. I woke up early, feeling refreshed, and the weather was pefect for a drive. I had good food with my mom for lunch, then hung out with Jason and Aaron until I had more good food for dinner with my parents. My parents and I played some Mario Party 6, and then Jason called me to come hang out. We waited on Paul, then hung out with Thai at the hotel where he’s the nightclerk for a few hours before getting some alcohol. Paul wanted some kind of sugary Smirnoff 3-point malt beverage, and since I don’t like “real” beer I had some of his. (Note to self: stick to whiskey.) Now it’s late. It’s around 3am. I am enjoying my extremely bland and diabetes-inducing beverage at a moderate pace, knowing that if I chug this thing I’ll start slurring. Due to my low body-weight and abnormally fast reaction to anything chemical I prefer to go slowly with ALL alcohol, no matter what the content, to let my body get used to it. I was under the impression we’d be up drinking until dawn, but Jason then informed us that he wanted to go to bed soon. Under his pressure I chugged it, and– you guessed it– started slurring a few minutes later. At this point Jason handed me another, but I wanted to be able to drive home tonight and refused. Paul was getting up to leave, but I threw my arms around him and convinced him that he needed to stay another 30 minutes until the slurring stopped and I was OK to drive. Besides, he’s a light-weight like me and it would be best if he stayed a few more minutes. Jason had finished most of his 6-pack by that point, and turned into a redneck mean drunk. This is when I decided that either I do not drink around Jason, or I do so only when Chuck’s there to put him in his place.

Speaking of Charles, Jason claims that Chuck’s getting a little too friendly for his tastes. Jason apparently doesn’t think they’re good enough friends to cuddle, or to massage backs, or to put their arms aruond each other, or anything fun like that. I think Charles knows something that Jason doesn’t want to admit to– he’s turned down women more than once recently. Cute women, one of which came right out and asked him for it. Poor Jason. One of these days he’ll admit the eyeshadow is because it makes him feel pretty, not to express his “angst”.

Lest I forget, I also played some BF 1942 with Garret and other people. It was very fun, and I will talk more of it at some point. :-)

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