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12.12.2011
Saturday morning, I woke up in a warm bed with two attractive men. No, we didn't have sex, and yes, I am a little sad about that.
Listening to: Let's Be Friends by Emily Osment"Wait, what'd you say? Is that your girlfriend? Think I'll be turning that around."
Friday night I attended a wonderful chorus concert at the local Presbyterian church with my good friend Kory. Went went to cheer on a mutual friend who was singing in the choir for the first time. She did amazing. Hit some notes that I definitely used to be able to hit - when I did opera. Yeesh, they were high.
It was a fun time, lots of other friends came, there were that we devoured, and I had McDonald's afterwards. It had been a long time since I've been to church, though, and I felt a more than a little out of place. I didn't even think of what I was wearing, which consisted of a not-so-long sweater and leggings. I'm such a harlot now. I did, however, remember some Bible verses and songs, and had a nice conversation with an elderly lady about the, and I quote, "Indecently lurid versions of Amazing Grace. You know, the ones all those misled black people sing. Oooowoaaahoaaaah, that's right. Oh Lord! Sing it, sista!" I did not agree, but I was highly amused at her brash conversation, and we sipped fruit punch together.
After Kory and I walked back to TRU, we ran into Natalie and Heather and a bunch of friends, uh, who were, if I remember them all, Harry, Kyle, Mirona, Steven and Cam. They grabbed us and took us to 'the smoking tree', where we started our night's adventures. After a long swig in the cold we decided to grab some alcohol and went to Heather's room, where we danced a little and drank and lot. Everyone wanted to stay awake for the eclipse, but after 5 hours, 6 shots each of varying alcoholic beverages, and 3 return trips to 'the tree', we passed out. I remember walking Kory to his room (he was blazed. we've watched iphone vids he took - crazy night), Cam left early in the night, and Steven never actually came with.
We slept in Heather's room, at first all on the bed, but as we got more sleepy and grumpy and picky, Heather slept on the floor, Natalie went home, and Kyle, Harry and I got the bed. Mind you, Kyle had half. Harry and I curled up together on one side.
And, yes, it gives me great pleasure to say this, I've been in a bed with two men. As I mentioned before, we were (sadly) not naked, but I can say this: men are smokin'. And no, not just visually attractive, I mean temperature-wise they are hot. Super body heat. And I have been successfully boiled. Two men in the same bed is a recipe that includes rolling, patting, and 400 degrees Celsius. Unfortunately, I only got the latter.
That morning, the guys parted ways, and Heather and I curled up for some more sleeping. Around 11:30am I split to my own room and cleaned up, and met with her and Natalie again for pancakes at 12:30. They were not as great as usual, I don't know why - maybe it was the jam with the burnt chocolate. After that, we bused downtown for a bit and ate McDonald's. A lot of McDonald's. We parted ways for a few hours, met back up, and watched Footloose. I have now realized that Footloose is my muse for dancing. It is my god. Or, at least Kevin Bacon is. That movie makes me want to dance all day long. In yesterday's case, I did. And I listened to the song over and over and over again. In fact, I will again.
Listening to: Footloose by Kenny Loggins"You're burning, yearning for some-sombody to tell you life aint' passing you by."