INKSTAND

Part 1

I always refer to the wedding of my friends Bethany and Josh as a hippie wedding. In all fairness it was more of an unconventional wedding, not so much resembling modern hippie culture even if there was pot and tofu there. Enough about the wedding, I’ll get that. This first part of the review is in regards to the first night I returned, once again, to Arcata, California.

Bethany^
After 3 hours of sleep and twelve hours in a car my roomates and I arrived in Arcata. I was dropped off at where I was staying and only minutes later my best friend, who still lives in California, had broken out a bottle of wine. Not being a big wine drinker, I don’t know what it was but it was red. We split two bottles of the stuff before taking off for the pre-wedding party. The term Bachelor party had been used, but I knew before hand this wasn’t going to be the case. First of all most of my guy friends would rather party with everyone, guys and girls, than watch a two-bit (that’s all any of us could afford, anyway) ho shake her titties around.

Jenny Bradley^
After buying provisions, KC split for home (he had to work early) and I proceeded to the party. I knew almost everyone there, said hellos and gave hugs, but waited to say hi to Sagar last. I hadn’t seen Sagar in about two years and I wanted to hang out with him so I had to get through everyone else first. God, the rest of the evening was all drinking, getting high and catching up. As the party dwindled there were a few of us left. Me, Sagar (who was staying at this house), Jenny Bradley (who, for some reason I feel the need to use both her names when refering to her) and…god I don’t remember. I think Josh (the groom) was still up and about when I left. The problem is I don’t remember when I left. I remember walking up the drive and that’s it. Yup…I blacked out. Sagar would later tell me I just disapeared without saying anything. I do that sometimes.

Sagar^
The next thing I remember (and this is the good part) I was trying to open someone’s front door. Whos? I have no fucking idea. In a daze I kind of looked around. The sun was up and this old man was on the side walk behind me and asked “Are you sure you’re ok?” I take this to mean that he had asked me before, but I don’t remember. I said “yeah” and stumbled in the direction I thought I should go. It was 7am. I got back to where I was staying but my friends work at like 5 am, so I just slept on the hammock in their yard until 10 when KC came home for lunch. He let me in and I slept until 3pm. I knew it was going to be a good weekend.

Me (duh)^

To Be Continued….

Normaly I don’t work on Thursdays, and when I do work I work until 10:30 pm. Latley it’s started to suck. Because of my vacation this week, I had to work today, but only until 7pm. I only got mad ONCE today! and I was able to suck it up within 1/2 a cigarette. If I can get them to give me a day like that every week (it shouldn’t be too hard) I bet it would do wonders for my disposition. It’s hard to get a date after 11 pm.

Once upon a time. Man, was it fun.

(Thank you for exusing me for using such sophmoric humor…but it’s totaly true.)

I called comcast a few days before I left for California. We set it up so that they’d come hook up the internet the day after we returned between 8 am and noon. Now I had no idea what this was going to consist of, what the guy was going to have to do, etc. I had visions of a guy in a cherry picker on the street fucking with the power lines five hours after he said he’d be here. I am happy to report that the young man who came to do the installation was not only on time, but very tall and reasonably attractive.

He got right to work, but in the meantime I wasn’t sure what to do. My roomates had holed up in one of the bedrooms and I didn’t want to join them for fear of being rude. So I sat and read the Stranger for a while and small talk was made with the cable guy every so often. Then he hit a snag. Apparently I have some firewall that wasn’t allowing the signal in. He tried to fix it for quite a while before restating the computer in safe mode. That way he was able to at least complete the installation, and I took care of the rest later.

Right after he left I noticed that he left some sort of hand held computer thingy on top of my TV. I assumed he’d come back right away, but he didn’t. It wasn’t until after my roomates had left to go buy a wireless router that he called and said he would be by to get it. Let’s see…I’m home alone and the cable guy’s coming over to pick up a heavy peice of equipment. Instantly several porno scenarios ran through my head. However, due to my cowardice and assumption that every guy I meet is straight, I knew that I would never be able to instigate such an encounter and that it would just be akward. So when he rolled up I was out the front door and just handed it to him. We had a friendly exchange of one or two scentences and that was that.

All and all not a bad experience.

oh, yeah, when he left he was loading a bunch of stuff into his van and I got to watch him bend over a lot.