We had two couchsurfers over, and my thoughts were running, oh shit we don't have alcohol, what if they want some? So being the good host, did a quick drive and grabbed a handle of gin. Then ran to the store and bought some tonic and other necessary groceries. As I got out of my car, they were pulling in. Perfect timing. While as they were still in the car, I heard Michelle yelling how great it was going to be to get out. I shook Ian's hand, went to shake Michelle's but she was going for the hug. I shook it, and then we hugged. It was obvious they were hipsters, and not a moment too soon if you ask me. I needed to have a good time, and these were people I actually fit in with (I had spent the last week in a college town with L'Abriers.).
Not going to bore you with the details. But they left at 2 the next afternoon. Curtis stumbled in, "so did you realize that Michelle crawled in bed with me?"
"No, I didn't."
"Yea, she was in there for five minutes or more. She started kissing my face."
"HA."
Later...he's trying to make a pizza. Smoke comes flaming from the oven. "Oops, sorry bout that. I had tried baking those globe chips last night," (fresh potato chips and blue cheese. a delight I discovered in Athens with Joy and her friends) "but forgot about them. Must of spilt the oil when I took them out."
A few minutes later... "Did you throw up in this drawer?"
"Me? No. But Michelle had said something about Ian having gotten sick last night, and he was definitely hungover today."
"YOU DON'T REMEMBER?! You guys must of been sloshed, if instead of going for the sink, Ian goes for the drawer, and none of you guys remember."
We had between the three of us: 1 handle of Vodka and 1/2 handle of gin. We had tons of fun.
Good times, although as Modest Mouse would put it, "are killing me."
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