We went to a house down the street where we knew some people having a party-- in the garage there were three tables set up for beer pong and a lot of people, including our band's biggest fans, JR and Twix. We turned off the music, counted to three, and erupted into our now well-rehearsed rendition of "Goin' to the Chapel." At first, everyone was stunned into silence, angry that we had dared interrupt Ke$ha's latest single. But by the time we started, "Lean on Me," everyone was singing along and there were even people from inside the house coming out to the garage to join in as well. Several games of flip-cup later I was on my way to Finny's-- because I clearly hadn't had enough fun there the night before. We managed to escape the five dollar cover charge, by take a guess, singing "Goin' to the Chapel" for the bouncers. And if that doesn't speak for how the rest of the night would soon turn out, nothing does.
JR kissed me on the dance floor. I am not the person to say whether or not it is right or wrong to kiss like we did in public. I am simply the person to admit, "Yes, that just happened." He was what Arnold was not. Bold and agressive. Rough around the edges and uncaring who saw what. A little to drunk...but so was I. And when it got old, we parted ways. Some time later, I stopped to talk to George, who continued where he had left off that morning with his friendly teasing. He hadn't seen me with JR and suggested that Arnold and I make our one night fling regular. I took this observation as my cue to go home. In twenty-four hours, I had experienced both sides of the sexual spectrum, and expected nothing more from either Arnold or JR. Looking back on the weekend, as different as I just told you that they were, Arnold and JR did share one thing in common that made them equally attractive: they were both, uncomplicated. That is how I want my relationship with each of them to stay, and that's what makes them fun to write about. For instance, now that I've written all of this for you to read, it's fun for me to leave you with some things to think about...maybe Fez said he had a hard time sleeping Friday because he heard two distinct voices coming from Arnold's room all night long. Or maybe JR did more than kiss me on that dance floor Saturday night. All that I'll leave you knowing for sure is that, like Friday, Saturday night was...good.
JR kissed me on the dance floor. I am not the person to say whether or not it is right or wrong to kiss like we did in public. I am simply the person to admit, "Yes, that just happened." He was what Arnold was not. Bold and agressive. Rough around the edges and uncaring who saw what. A little to drunk...but so was I. And when it got old, we parted ways. Some time later, I stopped to talk to George, who continued where he had left off that morning with his friendly teasing. He hadn't seen me with JR and suggested that Arnold and I make our one night fling regular. I took this observation as my cue to go home. In twenty-four hours, I had experienced both sides of the sexual spectrum, and expected nothing more from either Arnold or JR. Looking back on the weekend, as different as I just told you that they were, Arnold and JR did share one thing in common that made them equally attractive: they were both, uncomplicated. That is how I want my relationship with each of them to stay, and that's what makes them fun to write about. For instance, now that I've written all of this for you to read, it's fun for me to leave you with some things to think about...maybe Fez said he had a hard time sleeping Friday because he heard two distinct voices coming from Arnold's room all night long. Or maybe JR did more than kiss me on that dance floor Saturday night. All that I'll leave you knowing for sure is that, like Friday, Saturday night was...good.
