Wednesday

Tuesday night into Saturday I spent the night at Sarah's. We had a good time talking in her computer room until about 10:30 when we decided to go in the hot tub. Of course we had both forgotten the power outage a week ago so the hot tub was in reality a luke warm tub of 84 degrees. She hit the breaker and I turned up the heater from economy to standard, and we both went into the basement to watch Harold and Kumar: Escape from Guantanamo Bay. They're in Guantanamo Bay for a total of five minutes of the movie and then they get into more trouble, meet some nice ladies, and some nice pot with the president. Afterwards Sarah and I went into the hot tub which was a cozy 96 at that point. We talked some more, so at around 2 in the morning we came back inside. She went upstairs to change, so I looked at the alternative scenes menu that Pat had left up when he passed out. I think my favorite porn star was in the movie. Not because I've actually seen her work, but because her name's Chloe. Then we watched Sydney White and I didn't get any of the Snow White references until at least four minutes after the initial joke... Then we passed out around 5:30. Then I woke up at 10:10 because my phone alarm was set. Ugh.

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I walked home from Sarah's wearing jeans and a black Abbey Road shirt. I did not anticipate morning humidity. Upon arriving home I took a three minute shower with just the cold water and got into my pink/white striped tank top and brown shorts. I felt like Neopolitan Ice Cream, delicious. I started walking down Kirk because I assumed Dave was doing the same, but he was at his mom's without a bike, so he drove with his mom in the passenger seat. Thank the FSM because it was really gross out still and sitting is very nice. We got home and sat in my kitchen drinking water and talking until my brother's friends showed up. My brother was not home, but they insisted on staying. It wasn't that bad because we're friends with Nick and I like Branden. They left to go to the gas station, so Dave and I went out to the hammock and chilled. Then they came back. Still not so bad, but then Branden left and Nick was sorta creepin' on the cock block. I kinda bitch shoo'ed him away, so I felt a little bad, but not too much. I don't remember how we got to be sitting on the same side of the hammock, but it was nice. At one point I got up to go to the bathroom, and I did not see it, but Dave fell out of the hammock and tried to cover. We talked for a while, and stayed silent for a while. Around three we went inside to start watching Stigmata and have lunch. Carrots and Cheese Sticks may be yummy munchies, but not date food. Nor is bread, unless I'm the guest. It was an absolutely horrible movie, but when I answer the phone Dave had the slick arm around the shoulder move and I pretty much didn't stop smiling. He rested his head on mine, and I rested my head on his shoulder. I sorta wasn't paying attention to the movie at that point. Around 4:30 his mom called and said she was in the driveway. We hadn't seen the end of the movie yet, so we sat together for maybe thirty more seconds, stood up, hugged. I had an arm over his shoulder and lingered like that for a little while when he put his hand on my waist and brought me into a kiss. I forgot what it was like and I was pretty much smiling the whole time. We hugged one more time and then he was off. I went into my room and played "Do You Believe in Magic?" as loud as my iPod speakers could go. Then "First Date" and "Always" by Blink-182 and I danced around my room and smiled and shook and danced again.