Thu, 19 May 2005

Neptune Machinery
Me and Escho and Mark figured between the three of us we had a buck’s worth of gas, which would get us within walking distance of Sarah’s house, and the whole drive is, like, three turns, so we figure we can make it, only on the first turn the last five beers Mark left on the roof go flying off and explode on the street, which kinda stabbed us all in our hearts, as it was after two and we couldn’t get any more beer and we all had a sinking suspicion that without proper fortification our diabolical plan would fall through. We then had to stop at a QuelCo so Escho could throw up in the parking lot, during which he lost his glasses, and it took us fifteen minutes to figure out they fell off into the car and not in the puddle of vomit. I then realized we were lost, and Mark kept resting his head on the dashboard and then sitting up again really fast and pretending he didn’t just fall asleep, so we told him to stay and watch the car and Escho and I would set out on foot. We were somewhere in fratland, and from the second story porch some guy threw us a couple beers, and by some miracle we caught them and didn’t get killed. We hid behind some bushes when a cop went by, and at some point we were wading in a creek behind some houses, and by some fucking miracle we found Sarah’s house. Escho broke down, then, and wouldn’t sit up and go up to the house, so we sat in her backyard and he mooned about her for a while until we fell asleep.

The next morning Sarah woke us and gave us coffee, and Escho was so embarrassed he never talked to her again.

That wasn’t actually true: Escho did talk to Sarah again, and they even ended up going out for a while, and probably would have gotten married, only she went off to school again and he was too much a flake to keep up with his phone calls. Later both of them got married to different people, and they ended up pretty happy, and even call each other from time to time. So fuck you for thinking I can’t write a love story.
(12:09.05.19.2005) [/alpha] #