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holly_evolving) wrote2004-05-16 10:36 pm
holly_evolving) wrote2004-05-16 10:36 pm
Homecoming
So, I'm moved back into Hawthorne for the time being. Mom and I have already gotten off on the wrong foot. I'm just going to keep a low profile and hopefully things will be ok. The sooner I can afford my own place, the better off my whole family will be.
I can't wait to see Heather!!!!
It figures. The whole time I lived in PA, I was looking for people I could connect with. But I didn't really meet any, so I never had real friendships that side of the river. Sure, there are people I know there, but Jim's the only one who ever went out of his way to hang with me, and that's only rarely as he's busy with school.
So of course, the day before I leave, I meet three great guys! Zachariah was one of my customers at the pawn shop. We talked music because he saw me in a Sabbath t-shirt there. He seemed cool, but he looks like he's 17. Saturday rolls around, and I think, "Hell, if he's just a kid, he's still cool and there's no reason not to be his friend." So I give him my number. So he calls me around 6 and invites me to go to a bar with him and his buddies. This is cool because 1) a bar means he's at least 21, and 2) his buddies will be there. Not a date. So I say yeah. And Zach, George, and Dave turn out to be awesome the way the boys at the Den were my junior year of college. We smoke a little (my first time since November). At the bar we play some pool, I have my favorite, SoCo and Coke, and I dance my brains out to Sabbra Cadabra (Sabbath cover band. Really, eerily accurate.) At one point the four of us are all dancing together, and a guy in front of us pulls me onstage. There are already two girls dancing up there, but I don't pay any attention. I'm the type of person to totally zone out when I dance, if the people around me aren't making me uncomfortable. I was totally comfortable, so that's what I was doing. The song ends, and I hop down and get some water and a chair. The boys tell me that the other girls onstage stopped dancing when I started. Everyone was cheering. All I remember is a guy up front wanting to see my tits, to which I shook my head and kept dancing. I wasn't wearing my glasses, so I don't know how many other people were asking. We left just after the show. We passed the singer on the way out, and he thanked me. So I guess I did a good job. We all hung out at Zach and Dave's, and I wound up crashing there. These guys are so great! I can't believe it took me this long to find them.
What a night. My neck is still sore from headbanging.
Platypus
I can't wait to see Heather!!!!
It figures. The whole time I lived in PA, I was looking for people I could connect with. But I didn't really meet any, so I never had real friendships that side of the river. Sure, there are people I know there, but Jim's the only one who ever went out of his way to hang with me, and that's only rarely as he's busy with school.
So of course, the day before I leave, I meet three great guys! Zachariah was one of my customers at the pawn shop. We talked music because he saw me in a Sabbath t-shirt there. He seemed cool, but he looks like he's 17. Saturday rolls around, and I think, "Hell, if he's just a kid, he's still cool and there's no reason not to be his friend." So I give him my number. So he calls me around 6 and invites me to go to a bar with him and his buddies. This is cool because 1) a bar means he's at least 21, and 2) his buddies will be there. Not a date. So I say yeah. And Zach, George, and Dave turn out to be awesome the way the boys at the Den were my junior year of college. We smoke a little (my first time since November). At the bar we play some pool, I have my favorite, SoCo and Coke, and I dance my brains out to Sabbra Cadabra (Sabbath cover band. Really, eerily accurate.) At one point the four of us are all dancing together, and a guy in front of us pulls me onstage. There are already two girls dancing up there, but I don't pay any attention. I'm the type of person to totally zone out when I dance, if the people around me aren't making me uncomfortable. I was totally comfortable, so that's what I was doing. The song ends, and I hop down and get some water and a chair. The boys tell me that the other girls onstage stopped dancing when I started. Everyone was cheering. All I remember is a guy up front wanting to see my tits, to which I shook my head and kept dancing. I wasn't wearing my glasses, so I don't know how many other people were asking. We left just after the show. We passed the singer on the way out, and he thanked me. So I guess I did a good job. We all hung out at Zach and Dave's, and I wound up crashing there. These guys are so great! I can't believe it took me this long to find them.
What a night. My neck is still sore from headbanging.
Platypus
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