Last time I blogged, I kept complaining about how bored I was, and describing over and over my unproductive summer. By Friday I decided I was going out
, anywhere but home. I almost wish I hadn't done anything about it, and had read and entire book in two days instead. But we'll get to that
So, just as I was heading up to do something about my boring situation, Danny called, and told me we really
had to go out, and have some fun, because she was just as bored as I was. She also gave me a year's worth of gossip (it still brings a smile to my face). So, we talked a lot, gossip and some other things, and I think that whole contact with the outside world, even if it was just through a phone conversation, made me feel really good, or maybe it was the juicy juicy gossip. So, there I was ready to go out and have some real fun. Little did I know that the night would be just a little less pathetic than staying at home. Anyway, Danny thought dancing was the way to go, and I obviously agreed. We invited almost everyone we could, but surprisingly there were only three of us. So, there was the first sign that the night would be a complete... I was about to say disaster, but it wasn't even that, it was just a complete nothing
. In spite of this I thought we could definitely rescue the night. Long story short: we went to three different clubs, hoping that one of them would not mind letting in a minor (Danny), or would buy our really crappy story, or her stupid fake ID. Well, the people at the three different clubs were quite clever... We begged, well, Danny did and it didn't work. So, we ended up in a café drinking frappuchino and eating pie. It doesn't seem bad, but it was! I wanted a fun wild night, and there's nothing wild about pie.
After that, I decided Saturday was definitely going to be different, I wouldn't allow myself to have one more boring night. And I thought maybe I could compromise, but still have a somehow wild night. Then, Val called, inviting me to go to a cabin with some of her friends. She invested almost an hour of her life trying to convince me about it (and some gossip too of course), I just didn't know if it was going to work, because they were her
friends and I didn't even know them, and I didn't want to be uncomfortable or bored, and unable to return home freezing in a faraway cabin. After all, she convinced me, and I lied to my mom so I could go. Actually I didn't lie, I didn't need to, cause she asked no questions, she never does. I only asked for a ride, and that was it. I don't know if she would have been okay with letting me go had she known all the details, but I wished she hadn't. So, I went to my friend's house, and we waited a few hours for the other guys to pick us up. The thing kind of got all messed up, and we started to fear that the whole thing wouldn't happen. Ok, I was relieved, this way I could go home. But no, these guys had to
make this happen, whatever it took (my time!). So off we went, following an alternative plan, with various steps, each one of them with multiple complications, and a HUGE possibilty of ruin the night. After a while, I started to realize there was something about the whole situation I wasn't understanding, so I asked Val what was the real deal. And she told me they wanted to get weed, and that was what the whole evening was about, and naive me, thought it was all about healthy drinking. She thought that if I knew about it, I wouldn't have accepted to go, so she didn't tell me. So, similar to Friday night, but with some variations, we went all over town searching for weed, and couldn't buy any. Long story short: we went to a different cabin, on a different car, just four of us even though we were six when the adventure started. Alternative plan, remember? The whole night, or what was left of it, cause we spent so much time planning, and driving all around town, ended up being nothing
. Familiar with that? Yeah, I thought so. So we arrived our final destination at some hour of the morning, and basically slept after a little shisha and chat. The only thing I remember about this particular chat was my drunk friend telling me that and old fat enemy of mine was thin now, and looked super good (yeah, those were her words, can you believe it?). I hate it when people I hate get thinner, and I know she's not as thin as me, but I don't want to be left behind I have to lose weight, right now. I know that was highly irrelevant, but I needed to get that out. Ok, so, as you can see, Saturday night was fruitless as well.
On Sunday morning I called my mom so she would pick me up at my friend's house, on our way home, she asked me: "You went to the movies?" And I answered: "No". "So what did you do?" "Nothing, nothing really..."
P.S. About today: I went to H-E-B (one of my favorite places) with my mom, and saw the cutest guy ever, I had forgotten there are cute guys out there, and he looked like the kind of cute I like. Oh, and I'm now reading "La señora de los sueños" by Sara Sefchovich.
Labels: summer, weekend