Quite a weekend. Monday can fuck off but (sigh) it’s technically already here. C’est La Vie. That’s life. But what does that mean anyways? What’s life? Ya know? Like just saying “that’s life” sums it all up… but it doesn’t… at all. Anyways, I’d start at the beginning but Friday night is playing back pretty fuzzy so I’ll start with Saturday (although I do know that Friday was an awesome night as well- or so I’ve been told).
Saturday: Juicy calls me at 11 all excited about going to Hooters and then to the Wizards game (she scored club level tickets in a raffle the week before at a Wizards game that I invited her to; so naturally she invited me to the game she won tix to), I tell her I cant wait either but I’m gonna need a few more hours of sleep in order to function. She concurs; we both go back to sleep. I finally awaken at 2pm, chat with my mom and then hit the shower, get dressed and head to Juicy’s. It’s a gorgeous day btw. We go to Hooters…our fav place… so many interesting characters at Hooters; greaaat people watching. Pancey meets us there and we cash in on the 20 free buffalo shrimp she won a few weeks back. Juicy and I get asked to work there (again) so we decide to fill out applications. Why the hell not? I worked at Hooters in college for 2 years and loved it (and the ridiculous amounts of mullah I made) and it wouldn’t be a half bad weekend job. We semi-fill out the applications and give them to the manager as “pending”. I tell him we’ll come finish them later in the week. I would def have to move out of the parents house before attempting to leave the house in a Hooters uniform. My mom would freak.
Juicy informs me she has to take wings to this new guys she’s been seeing. I whine. She says she’s not budging so I suck it up and we get wings to go and head to where this guys works. At this point it’s an hour and a half till Wizards game time and we’re about 40 minutes outta DC. Oh and we’re not totally sure how to get to the Verizon Center (where they play). I’m a sports fanatic and don’t wanna miss a second of the game. She informs me it’s not a big deal; we’re gonna be late. If it were a football game she would never be so nonchalant about getting there on time. But, ya know… C’est La Vie and shit. We drop off his wings and order a drink; just one drink she says.
40 minutes later and 3 drinks each later she’s finally fed up with my nagging and we leave to head to DC. We take the Toll Road. I don’t have my speed pass b/c I’m in my mom’s spare jeep (my truck was still in the shop) but I don’t wanna stop at the toll so I just go right through the speed pass lane: Alarms start going off but we’ve done this numerous times and nothing ever happens so we’re laughing when, out of the blue, Juicy screams, “HOLY SHIT IT’S FAMOUS BOY!”
Me: “WHERE?!” I demand, not totally believing her (she’s never met him)
J: “THERE! LOOK.” She points to the car basically zooming past us. I look at the car. I’ve been in that car. And she’s fucking right. It’s famous boy.
Me: “HOLY SHIT. OH. MY GOD. Oh my God it is… Fuck me what do we do?”
J: “FOLLOW HIM.”
Me: ” Basketball game aborted. New Mission: Follow Famous Boy…. follow him where? Where’s he going? He’s gotta be going into DC if he’s already all the way out here.”
J: “Maybe he’s going to the game?? I dunno just FOLLOW HIM!”
Me: “OK ok I am.”
J: “Hurry! He’s getting away!”
Me: “Well he’s fucking speeding like a mother fucker! What do you want me to do?!? I’m not gonna go like 90 miles an hour!” (55 mph speed limit)
J: “Omg Omg I can’t believe I just looked over and there he was!”
Me: “Jesus Christ he’s going fast.”
Literally 5 seconds after I said “Jesus Christ he’s going fast” a cop pulls up out of nowhere in between Famous boy’s car and mine. Juicy and I look at each other with the same expression on our faces. The cop puts his lights on, and we watch in complete amazement as he pulls Famous boy and his beautiful Rover over. We’re legitimately freaking out at this point.
J: “CALL HIM.”
Me: “What!? NO I’ve never called him.”
J: “Well now you have an AWESOME reason to.”
Me: “Touche… ok. Why the hell not.”
I call famous boy. Obviously it goes to voice mail; and I leave an incredible message. He may not have found it amusing if he did in fact get a reckless driving ticket, but… we thought it was hilarious. “Hey famous boy it’s me just driving on the toll road when my friend Juicy noticed that we happened to be driving right next to you… weird…and (laughing my ass off) umm.. we just saw you get pulled over (laugh). Dude… that sucks (lil giggle). So… I wanted to call you and tell you that (giggle) we both hope you get outta the ticket. And good luck. (laugh, hang up)”
I’m not gonna analyze how often I think he checks his voice mail (not true- I already have) but I’m pretty sure I will not be getting a call back. Totally worth it though. Did we take pictures? NO. Why? B/c we’re idiots and didn’t think about it till after the fact. Dammit. I thanked Juicy for making me stay for drinks b/c otherwise we never would have had this incredible highway run-in with famous boy. She gloats a little. I tell her from now on I will always listen to her. She says famous boy and me are gonna get married, she just knows it. I believe her. She’s always right.
Wizards game fun… we lost… we decide to go out in Adams Morgan b/c Mex is there… and Kendra. Yeah… that was awkward at first. But (silver lining) we finally got to talk about everything some more and she doesn’t hate me. I mean, she does but she said she loves me too much to ever really hate me. She’s just really hurt (which I totally understand). She told me she misses me so much, all the time, but she doesn’t trust me. I told her she shouldn’t trust me yet; I wouldn’t trust me in her position. I told her I was so scared we would never be friends again and she said that she could never not be friends with me. We had been so close that when Daniel told her [what we did] she just broke down. She said anyone but me; she wouldn’t have cared as much if it had been anyone but me… but I knew everything; she used to confide in me about everything. She said she just couldn’t talk to me (these past few weeks) b/c it just hurt too bad; she was still too angry. She was used to Daniel hurting her but she never imagined that I would and it hurt so bad she didn’t know how to deal with it. I told her I understood; that I was so so sorry I hurt her like that and that I would wait as long as it took for her to be ready to talk to me again and that to me, she was still my best friend and always would be and that I loved her and miss her like crazy. Every day I wanna call this girl. She’s hilarious. We used to have the best times together. I told her that too. We hugged. We hugged a lot. I drove her to her car and she said we should all go to brunch tomorrow (BIG STEP!). I was ecstatic. Seriously I was crying I was so happy. And I don’t take emotionally heavy crying lightly; I usually try to avoid it. Then we hugged again and she told me to never do anything like that again. I promised (and I was serious) that I never ever would. She said it would still take time… baby steps she said… but hell, time flies and I feel like we’ll be inseparable before summer starts.
BIG SIGH OF RELIEF
Brunch was good. Not completely back to normal but getting there. We’re both putting in a lot of effort, and I am SO glad she values our friendship as much as I do. After brunch we all went hiking/rock climbing with some guy friends and yes, I will be sore tomorrow. But it was a lot of fun. My Kendra’s back! =) Any ideas on what I could do now? Ya know, something nice to let her know how much she means to me… (besides flowers… girl to girl flowers seems so gay to me). I just cant wait for the day when I don’t immediately think about the Daniel incident when I see her. I just want normal. Like, run up to her, maybe even squeal and give her a big hug and then just chat and gossip and laugh and have no weirdness between us. I hate the weirdness. But this is good. For right now, and the amount of time it’s been…this is great. I had an awesome weekend.
And thank GOD I wasn’t the one getting pulled over on the toll road! Then I would’ve left a message with a much different tone like, “Hey dick face why dont you slow down so people trying to follow you don’t get pulled over for reckless driving. Yeah, thanks, that would be great. Ps- When I say “following you”, I mean that in the least possible creepy way.”
I am SO curious to know if he got out of that ticket. Reckless in VA is on the same level as DUI basically… over 80 mph and you’re like… fucked. However I will not be calling/texting him again. I don’t need the book to know he’s not that into me. I am confused though; a little. I mean… what’s not to be into?? So I’ve come to a conclusion… “He must not be all that smart.” And yes, that makes me smile. B/c I’ve hung out with him enough to know that this is probably a true statement. Lol.
