So my friend Ex-Enemy and I...have I ever described our relationship to you? We used to loathe each other. Like, all out couldn't stand one another. We tried to pretend in ninth grade due to mutual friends, but by the time 10th grade rolled around, we were done pretending and we just hated everything about each other. Then 11th grade comes around...the time when Ireland and I started having issues (at least, in my brain...she still thinks she's besties with everyone in the whole fucking world but whatever) she and Ex-Enemy had a HUGE falling out and...for some reason Ex-Enemy and I ended up becoming REALLY good friends. Like, it was slow at first. Just random conversations and mutual ground. And we were surprised by how much we actually DIDN'T hate each other as much as we used to (I was less angry/emopants, she was less manipulative/bitchy), and I think we solidified our friendship the night of Prom, when Baby Got Back played and we frantically ran around the dance floor looking for each other and then danced very, VERY embarassingly white-ly to it...and had the time of our lives with each other, people we'd originally hated so completely it was almost funny. So now we're actually really close friends...and we had just finished our Contemporary Fiction research papers (SEVEN PAGESSS) that Saturday at like 4 and emailed them in and we were bored. We were planning on going to Cheerleader's house at 6:30 to drop off our stuff to sleep over and then go to Richman's party, but we had a couple hours until then...and we really didn't feel like working on college applications after that monster of a paper.
And then all of a sudden I go, "Hmm, Science Geek's finished with his college apps. That asshole." And Ex-Enemy goes, "What a bastard. We should totally TP his house. He deserves it for being done." And I was like "Ahahaha, oh GOD, could you imagine if we actually did that? In like, BROAD DAYLIGHT?" because it was still 4. But then she goes, "...Sushi, I'm totally game if you are."
Well, what was I SUPPOSED to say, no?
So she's at my house in twenty minutes and we drive to Science Geek's and totally TP his driveway (because he has motion detectors near his house that turn on lights and alert the occupants of his house if there's like, a rapist or an elk or something outside) as the sun is slowly going down, and for some reason it was so ridiculous but so FUCKING hilarious...until I dropped my ring. My ring from Hong Kong that I just got a month ago and that I kind of love with every fiber of my being. The sun was completely down by this point and it was dark, so Ex-Enemy tries driving her car up to the driveway so we can use her headlights to search, but no such luck. It's just like...GONE. But whatever, it wasn't THAT expensive, so we just say fuck it and drive to Cheerleader's house. Except that when we get there, we have a brilliant idea: Science Geek will probably know it was us anyways, so why not just call him and ask him for the ring back?
So I did.
He didn't pick up, so I left a message:
"Hey Science Geek? It's Sushi. I'm really hoping you haven't left for the party yet, because I think I like, left my ring in your driveway? Yeah, It would be really great if I could get that back. Thanks!"
I get to the party? He actually has the ring. Like, he went out with a flashlight and found it. Amidst the toilet paper that is clinging to every bush in the area. He is a ridiculous human being.
Richman is this like super filthy rich guy who has these really explosively huge birthday parties at his house every year. So as I previously planned, I decided to get very, very shitfaced. And I did. And it was wonderful, even if it meant I spent most of the night sitting on Pothead's lap (totally platonic friend who would never take advantage of me...I think) because walking was a bit of a conflict. And dancing with this junior, who I'd never actually spoken to before in my life. I'm pretty sure he doesn't remember who I am. Or ever knew who I was to begin with. But whatever. I just kind of babbled happily and Fishman kept handing me more alcohol when people kept trying to take it away from me. Which was kind of fucking hilarious. And like I said, Science Geek WAS there (with my ring), being awkward around me as usual. I don't remember if I told you about this, but Science Geek has been RAGING awkward around me since we broke up. I mean, I think I'VE returned to normal and he hasn't. He was still really quiet around me, and avoided me when he could. But whatever. I just drank a lot and had fun and got carted home by my amazing friends Ex-Enemy and Cheerleader. Who are apparently very amused by my drunken ass. But whatever.
Something kind of stuck with me though. Ex-Enemy asked if I was okay, and I was like, "Of course I am!" and then I giggled a lot and was like, "I'm perfectly happy." But then she just kind of looks me in the eye, then hugs me and goes, "Honey, you're sad. You're so sad, and it's making me sad."
Needless to day, she knew the reason I was drinking was not purely recreational.
I don't know how the fuck we became friends, but I'm glad we are now.
Monday, December 22: NYU's House
So, a couple of our college friends came home and Cheerleader and I wanted to see them. The thing is...our college friends were originally Science Geek's bestest friends forevar or something like that, and we just became friends with them by association. Well, in Cheerleader's case it was more like she DATED Cadet, but whatever. We went to see them at NYU's house, and NYU and Science Geek were like, stoned and watching a movie so Cadet (who can't smoke becuase he get drug tested when he goes back to West Point) and Cheerleader and I go out to get some food because even when STONED Science Geek is being raging awkwardpants around me. Like, it's ridiculous. And then we end up going back and watching In Bruges (WATCHITNOWSOGOOD) which was more awkward because we were all just kind of quiet or some shit and it was just...fuckin' weird. I don't know how to explain it.
Friday, December 26th: "Coffee Meet" Turned Cross-Country Trek
Cadet and I have developed a strange relationship since we first met. He and Cheerleader have hooked up so very many times, and they dated, and he and Science Geek and Cheerleader and I all hung out like, for three weeks SOLIDLY over break (basically the best three weeks of my life? Yes) before everything fell apart when he left for West Point and Science Geek asked me out and all that. Still, Cadet and I have always been very strictly platonic friends who pick each other's brains about our respective best friends (Cheerleader and Science Geek, of course) but have this weird mutual understanding of each other. It's really hard to describe, but I'm comfortable with it. So the night before, he apparently like, tried to reach out to Cheerleader and ask her to take him back but he DID totally break her heart by dumping her because the distance was too great and it was an imperfect situation for them both and some other stuff, and now he was a little emopants about Cheerleader turning him down and all that, and we decided to meet up and discuss our failed relationships. So coffee it was. And we sat for a while, but eventually we started getting antsy so we got up and started walking down Colorado Blvd.
That whole distance? We WALKED that. As in, across THREE cities. Just talking about...everything. It was so weird, but it really cleared my head and I liked it a lot. For some reason it just kind of calmed the torrent of thoughts that had been plaguing my head. It was something I needed, and I think Cadet needed it too. So all in all, it was an incredibly nice time for us both.
Until we realized that Cadet had left his car, which he was supposed to drive me back home in, at a parking lot back where we'd met for coffee.
...Yeah.
I'm very blessed with amazing friends named KMac who drive across FOUR cities to come pick us up.
Monday, December 29th: Operation Ireland
Okay, I'm going to come clean here: I think Ireland, someone who is supposed to be my best friend in the whole fucking world, is a selfish, manipulative bitch. I don't think she realized that she is, but ignorance is no excuse for the multiple ways she's "oops", completely fucked many people over. But every time I'm ready to just call it quits on a relationship that I've put a good three years into, she does something for me. Something small, something sweet, something that reminds me why we're friends in the first place. Sometimes she remembers that she's not the only person in the world.
But that doesn't change the fact that a lot of the bad frustration outweighs the flickering good moments.
Soooo...Ex-Enemy and Cheerleader and I might have decided to totally fuck up her house with toilet paper, saran wrap, and (I'm almost ashamed to type it) pads while she's in Ireland. I mean, we totally WRECKED her lawn and porch and all that. It was a true work of destructive art. I actually MIGHT have taped her two reindeer together in a...position of copulation. And it was beautiful.
Unfortunately, when we drove by the next day everything was perfect again.
Damn those paid gardeners. DAMN them.
But the image will last in my head forever.
Also, I'm a terrible friend.
Wednesday, December 31st 2008 - Thursday, January 1st 2009: New Year's Eve Los Angeles, aka Together As One, aka TAO
Before I start, please go to this website: www.newyearsevela.com
Looked through it a bit? Good. Understand that everything you see on that website is a RESPECTABLE, CONSERVATIVE, and MILD version of what Together As One, Los Angeles' annual New Year's Rave, actually is.
Yeah, I went to a rave on New Year's, and it was FUCKING AWESOME.
It runs from 7PM to 4AM. I'm sure you know the general idea of a rave; lots of techno music and dancing and people rolling on ecstacy. And honestly, it was exactly that. I just didn't expect to LOVE it so much. And even though, in all honesty, EVERYONE at that place loved EVERYTHING and EVERYONE because that's just kind of what E does to you, I wasn't rolling and I still loved every moment of it.
So Cheerleader and I were going to go with our friends Martini, Indie, Bitch, and Martini's weird cracked out friend Midnight, except that Bitch was in UBER bitch mode and Martini was just being really negligent and annoying about times and stuff like that, so Cheerleader and I went in a separate car and we ended up totally ditching them in favor of...well, Cadet and Science Geek and NYU and NYU's two friends Jet Pack and Guy Whose Name I Don't Remember. I'll call the latter Brian, because that's what I think his name was. Maybe. I...think.
Anyways, considering the MASSIVE line when we got there at 8, we got in pretty quickly (like, 45 minutes of waiting, I think? It really wasn't bad) and it was BALLS cold because rave clothing is essentially hooker status if you're female (I, for one, was in a really miniscule but super shiny tube top, jean shorts, and fishnets), but it got a lot better when we got inside the LA Sports Arena because there were like a ZILLION people in there and it was REALLY fucking hot, but strangely comfortably so.
And Rose, I can't even describe how amazing it was. Like, it was absolutely fucking INCREDIBLE. All the guys except for Cadet were rolling (again, the drug testing thing), and even though Cheerleader and I opted out because we like our brain cells, watching them was fucking HILARIOUS. Their shirts were all off because it was so hot, and every touch to their skin is like a shock wave through their system, so a massage was like multiple orgasms. Seriously, it was the most amazing thing to literally SEE the effect you were having on these guys on their faces as you massaged them. Like, when I was done with NYU at one point, he like, grabs me, kisses me on the cheek, and goes "That was fucking incredible. I think I came like, twelve times, and I like men."
NYU is very, very gay.
Anyways, it was hilarious and wonderful and these guys we were with were pretty hot, so Cheerleader and I became the official massagers of the night, and the funny thing is that they forget you're not on E, these guys, so they massage back. It was kind of like a massage orgy, which was...kind of hot, honestly. Because massaging some of these guys while they were rolling was like having sex with them. Like, Brian? I massaged his neck while we danced, and he just like burries his head into my shoulder and arches into me while his hands like, grab at my back and just kind of hold on.
This is getting graphic.
Hehe.
And the best part? Science Geek not being awkward. Like, I know it was the ecstacy. I know it was. But it was SO nice to have him look me in the eye again, and smile at me and ask if I was having fun, and at one point (when the E was REALLY hitting him), sex-massage-dancing with me, which was only kind of fuled when Cadet dumped water on my head and my skin was really slick and wet and he was like, fascinated by it and...
This is getting graphic again.
But really, it was just nice that he was NORMAL around me again. And even when he was coming down from it a few hours later, he was STILL in like normal mode. And it was wonderful, especially knowing it wasn't chemical, it was just him.
And then for some reason we got it in our heads that we wanted to to upstairs for a while, so we tried going up through these eight flights of...not stairs, but like...incline ramps? Does that make sense? Like, wheelchair ramps, almost. Except they were for anyone. And there were eight flights of these inclines and a LOT of people going up (like, a shitton) so our group all held hands to try staying together, except we were like on the fifth flight when all of a sudden SECURITY BLOCKED OFF THE BALCONY we were trying to get to.
So now there are still zillions of people coming upstairs, not knowing that it's blocked off, and everyone who're already on the upper ramps trying to come back down. And needless to say...it was a catastrophe.
Like, understand that I'm not often completely unnerved. But I actually had a breakdown because there were so many people and like, everyone was squeezed together so tightly, and I had like three elbows in my diaphram threatening to burst my lungs and I lost NYU's hand somewhere in the middle and ironically, the only person I could hold onto...
Was Science Geek.
And even we almost got separated but I was like, desparately clinging to him at that point and he somehow powered his way through like three people and we were both TOTALLY freaked out, and...okay, this is twisted considering the circumstances, but part of me was kind of touched he was protecting me, y'know? Like, he would've done it for any one of his friends. But it was just this small reassurance that we actually still WERE friends, regardless of this awkward awkward thing he had going with me. He was like, really careful with me and just pushed people away from me so I could breathe and kept asking me if I was okay and I was a total basket case because some asshole spilled VODKA in my eye and I couldn't see for like a full thirty seconds but I felt so bad for losing the rest of the group so I kept apologizing and...
Wow. It was just really intense.
But we eventually found the rest of our group and we went back to dancing like nothing had ever happened.
That atmosphere, Rose. It's intoxicating. The area around you is honestly disgusting.
Like, okay, New Year's Eve at Together As One was totally one of the best nights of my life and easily the best New Year's I've ever had. But that doesn't change the fact that with all those sweaty, filthy people, I was COMPLETELY grossed out. Like, I blocked it from my mind at the time and just danced and had fun, but that doesn't change the fact that my shoes are COVERED in gum that stupid e-tards spat out when they were done needing something to gnaw on, and I was basically constantly at risk of someone catching some exposed skin with a cigarette (which eventually happened; I didn't mind much though because it was NYU and he apologized excessively after the fact) and there was a very real chance that I could've been stuck somewhere with an AIDS needle because God knows that even if I'd been dressed CONSERVATIVELY (which I really was not), a quick jab could've infected me for life and...
Gah, it was totally and completely disgusting.
...But even then. You don't have to be on drugs to feel it. There's just this amazing air of...unity, honestly. Together As One is certainly a fitting title, because everyone seemed...connected by humanity. And drugs. I know it sounds stupid, but there was something really incredible about it. I can't even describe it with any kind of adaquacy. Cheerleader and I were just with the most amazing group of guys at the most amazing time and place.
Oh, and the New Year's Countdown? Fucking incredible.
I might've kissed three of the guys.
But one of them was NYU. And he's gay.
And they were all very innocent kisses. Jet Pack and Brian were very gentlemanly. Aside from when they were doing their moaning, groaning, grabbing, arching thing when Cheerleader and I massaged them. But I don't think they could really control that.
And Cheerleader and I hugged Science Geek and Cadet. Because that's the only appropriate thing to do with guys you've broken up and are still friends with, or guys your best friend has broken up and are still friends with. But everything was just very comfortable and friendly and wonderful.
I really think I am over Science Geek. Mostly. Like, certainly not entirely. But for the most part. Except when that bitch raver girl totally sex-massaged Science Geek, although she was totally rolling too and did it to EVERY guy. But I saw her do it to NYU, and she had full on ear-suckage going for like half a second, and I turned away when she moved to Science Geek but I'm really hoping that didn't happen. Like, really.
And yeah, I can't really talk because I definitely sex massaged every guy in our group. But there was no ear sucking.
...I'm almost over him. I swear.
Our whole group decides to leave at 2:30 in the morning, even though we all kind of came with different people. Like, Science Geek and Cadet and NYU and Jet Pack came together, and Brian came with a totally different group and ended up with us, and Cheerleader and I were supposed to be with our friends or whatever, but by the end of it we considered OURSELVES one whole group, and it was kind of cool to see it happen. Cheerleader and I were going to walk ourselves to the car that we parked on the street, except we were a little freaked out about the fact that her car was in the middle of Thugtastic Ghettoass Ville (even though the USC campus and the LA Sports Arena are both GORGEOUS, and amazing, and rich, everything around it is DANGEROUS, SKETCHY SHIT), so we were going to ask like, maybe just Science Geek and Cadet to come with us and we'd give them a ride over to Jet Pack 's car while the rest of the guys walked, but then all of a sudden the boys are just like "TOGETHER AS ONE!" and go charging after us and they ALL come with us to Cheeerleader's car, and it was just...really sweet and I actually adore those guys even if I really don't know a couple of them very well. They're just...they were nice. Amazingly nice, even. And TAO wouldn't have been half as fun without them.
Cheerleader and I haul our asses back to her house, and well...her house is kind of crazy because it's under construction and only a fraction of it actually EXISTS as livable space currently, but we made do with what we had, took extensive showers, and made popcorn, tea, and turkey noodle soup in the microwave we found stowed in her sister's room (lol wut?) and just chilled out until the other girls we were supposed to spend TAO with came home at like 6 in the morning.
Moral of the story: I'm dragging you to Together As One some day, because it was easily one of the best nights of my whole entire life and hands-down the best New Year's Eve I've ever had. And overall it's just an incredible experience, and I want you to know what it's like because just writing it out is kind of hard for me to do it justice.
But that doesn't change the fact that a lot of the bad frustration outweighs the flickering good moments.
Soooo...Ex-Enemy and Cheerleader and I might have decided to totally fuck up her house with toilet paper, saran wrap, and (I'm almost ashamed to type it) pads while she's in Ireland. I mean, we totally WRECKED her lawn and porch and all that. It was a true work of destructive art. I actually MIGHT have taped her two reindeer together in a...position of copulation. And it was beautiful.
Unfortunately, when we drove by the next day everything was perfect again.
Damn those paid gardeners. DAMN them.
But the image will last in my head forever.
Also, I'm a terrible friend.
Wednesday, December 31st 2008 - Thursday, January 1st 2009: New Year's Eve Los Angeles, aka Together As One, aka TAO
Before I start, please go to this website: www.newyearsevela.com
Looked through it a bit? Good. Understand that everything you see on that website is a RESPECTABLE, CONSERVATIVE, and MILD version of what Together As One, Los Angeles' annual New Year's Rave, actually is.
Yeah, I went to a rave on New Year's, and it was FUCKING AWESOME.
It runs from 7PM to 4AM. I'm sure you know the general idea of a rave; lots of techno music and dancing and people rolling on ecstacy. And honestly, it was exactly that. I just didn't expect to LOVE it so much. And even though, in all honesty, EVERYONE at that place loved EVERYTHING and EVERYONE because that's just kind of what E does to you, I wasn't rolling and I still loved every moment of it.
So Cheerleader and I were going to go with our friends Martini, Indie, Bitch, and Martini's weird cracked out friend Midnight, except that Bitch was in UBER bitch mode and Martini was just being really negligent and annoying about times and stuff like that, so Cheerleader and I went in a separate car and we ended up totally ditching them in favor of...well, Cadet and Science Geek and NYU and NYU's two friends Jet Pack and Guy Whose Name I Don't Remember. I'll call the latter Brian, because that's what I think his name was. Maybe. I...think.
Anyways, considering the MASSIVE line when we got there at 8, we got in pretty quickly (like, 45 minutes of waiting, I think? It really wasn't bad) and it was BALLS cold because rave clothing is essentially hooker status if you're female (I, for one, was in a really miniscule but super shiny tube top, jean shorts, and fishnets), but it got a lot better when we got inside the LA Sports Arena because there were like a ZILLION people in there and it was REALLY fucking hot, but strangely comfortably so.
And Rose, I can't even describe how amazing it was. Like, it was absolutely fucking INCREDIBLE. All the guys except for Cadet were rolling (again, the drug testing thing), and even though Cheerleader and I opted out because we like our brain cells, watching them was fucking HILARIOUS. Their shirts were all off because it was so hot, and every touch to their skin is like a shock wave through their system, so a massage was like multiple orgasms. Seriously, it was the most amazing thing to literally SEE the effect you were having on these guys on their faces as you massaged them. Like, when I was done with NYU at one point, he like, grabs me, kisses me on the cheek, and goes "That was fucking incredible. I think I came like, twelve times, and I like men."
NYU is very, very gay.
Anyways, it was hilarious and wonderful and these guys we were with were pretty hot, so Cheerleader and I became the official massagers of the night, and the funny thing is that they forget you're not on E, these guys, so they massage back. It was kind of like a massage orgy, which was...kind of hot, honestly. Because massaging some of these guys while they were rolling was like having sex with them. Like, Brian? I massaged his neck while we danced, and he just like burries his head into my shoulder and arches into me while his hands like, grab at my back and just kind of hold on.
This is getting graphic.
Hehe.
And the best part? Science Geek not being awkward. Like, I know it was the ecstacy. I know it was. But it was SO nice to have him look me in the eye again, and smile at me and ask if I was having fun, and at one point (when the E was REALLY hitting him), sex-massage-dancing with me, which was only kind of fuled when Cadet dumped water on my head and my skin was really slick and wet and he was like, fascinated by it and...
This is getting graphic again.
But really, it was just nice that he was NORMAL around me again. And even when he was coming down from it a few hours later, he was STILL in like normal mode. And it was wonderful, especially knowing it wasn't chemical, it was just him.
And then for some reason we got it in our heads that we wanted to to upstairs for a while, so we tried going up through these eight flights of...not stairs, but like...incline ramps? Does that make sense? Like, wheelchair ramps, almost. Except they were for anyone. And there were eight flights of these inclines and a LOT of people going up (like, a shitton) so our group all held hands to try staying together, except we were like on the fifth flight when all of a sudden SECURITY BLOCKED OFF THE BALCONY we were trying to get to.
So now there are still zillions of people coming upstairs, not knowing that it's blocked off, and everyone who're already on the upper ramps trying to come back down. And needless to say...it was a catastrophe.
Like, understand that I'm not often completely unnerved. But I actually had a breakdown because there were so many people and like, everyone was squeezed together so tightly, and I had like three elbows in my diaphram threatening to burst my lungs and I lost NYU's hand somewhere in the middle and ironically, the only person I could hold onto...
Was Science Geek.
And even we almost got separated but I was like, desparately clinging to him at that point and he somehow powered his way through like three people and we were both TOTALLY freaked out, and...okay, this is twisted considering the circumstances, but part of me was kind of touched he was protecting me, y'know? Like, he would've done it for any one of his friends. But it was just this small reassurance that we actually still WERE friends, regardless of this awkward awkward thing he had going with me. He was like, really careful with me and just pushed people away from me so I could breathe and kept asking me if I was okay and I was a total basket case because some asshole spilled VODKA in my eye and I couldn't see for like a full thirty seconds but I felt so bad for losing the rest of the group so I kept apologizing and...
Wow. It was just really intense.
But we eventually found the rest of our group and we went back to dancing like nothing had ever happened.
That atmosphere, Rose. It's intoxicating. The area around you is honestly disgusting.
Like, okay, New Year's Eve at Together As One was totally one of the best nights of my life and easily the best New Year's I've ever had. But that doesn't change the fact that with all those sweaty, filthy people, I was COMPLETELY grossed out. Like, I blocked it from my mind at the time and just danced and had fun, but that doesn't change the fact that my shoes are COVERED in gum that stupid e-tards spat out when they were done needing something to gnaw on, and I was basically constantly at risk of someone catching some exposed skin with a cigarette (which eventually happened; I didn't mind much though because it was NYU and he apologized excessively after the fact) and there was a very real chance that I could've been stuck somewhere with an AIDS needle because God knows that even if I'd been dressed CONSERVATIVELY (which I really was not), a quick jab could've infected me for life and...
Gah, it was totally and completely disgusting.
...But even then. You don't have to be on drugs to feel it. There's just this amazing air of...unity, honestly. Together As One is certainly a fitting title, because everyone seemed...connected by humanity. And drugs. I know it sounds stupid, but there was something really incredible about it. I can't even describe it with any kind of adaquacy. Cheerleader and I were just with the most amazing group of guys at the most amazing time and place.
Oh, and the New Year's Countdown? Fucking incredible.
I might've kissed three of the guys.
But one of them was NYU. And he's gay.
And they were all very innocent kisses. Jet Pack and Brian were very gentlemanly. Aside from when they were doing their moaning, groaning, grabbing, arching thing when Cheerleader and I massaged them. But I don't think they could really control that.
And Cheerleader and I hugged Science Geek and Cadet. Because that's the only appropriate thing to do with guys you've broken up and are still friends with, or guys your best friend has broken up and are still friends with. But everything was just very comfortable and friendly and wonderful.
I really think I am over Science Geek. Mostly. Like, certainly not entirely. But for the most part. Except when that bitch raver girl totally sex-massaged Science Geek, although she was totally rolling too and did it to EVERY guy. But I saw her do it to NYU, and she had full on ear-suckage going for like half a second, and I turned away when she moved to Science Geek but I'm really hoping that didn't happen. Like, really.
And yeah, I can't really talk because I definitely sex massaged every guy in our group. But there was no ear sucking.
...I'm almost over him. I swear.
Our whole group decides to leave at 2:30 in the morning, even though we all kind of came with different people. Like, Science Geek and Cadet and NYU and Jet Pack came together, and Brian came with a totally different group and ended up with us, and Cheerleader and I were supposed to be with our friends or whatever, but by the end of it we considered OURSELVES one whole group, and it was kind of cool to see it happen. Cheerleader and I were going to walk ourselves to the car that we parked on the street, except we were a little freaked out about the fact that her car was in the middle of Thugtastic Ghettoass Ville (even though the USC campus and the LA Sports Arena are both GORGEOUS, and amazing, and rich, everything around it is DANGEROUS, SKETCHY SHIT), so we were going to ask like, maybe just Science Geek and Cadet to come with us and we'd give them a ride over to Jet Pack 's car while the rest of the guys walked, but then all of a sudden the boys are just like "TOGETHER AS ONE!" and go charging after us and they ALL come with us to Cheeerleader's car, and it was just...really sweet and I actually adore those guys even if I really don't know a couple of them very well. They're just...they were nice. Amazingly nice, even. And TAO wouldn't have been half as fun without them.
Cheerleader and I haul our asses back to her house, and well...her house is kind of crazy because it's under construction and only a fraction of it actually EXISTS as livable space currently, but we made do with what we had, took extensive showers, and made popcorn, tea, and turkey noodle soup in the microwave we found stowed in her sister's room (lol wut?) and just chilled out until the other girls we were supposed to spend TAO with came home at like 6 in the morning.
Moral of the story: I'm dragging you to Together As One some day, because it was easily one of the best nights of my whole entire life and hands-down the best New Year's Eve I've ever had. And overall it's just an incredible experience, and I want you to know what it's like because just writing it out is kind of hard for me to do it justice.
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