Hey all, Conneticut here. Yes, I was in North Carolina before that. I bought tickets to NC almost as soon as I arrived home on from my first trip back in March. Tickets are just so cheap! Anyways, by doing that I also made it so that I inadvertantly missed my highschool reunion AGAIN! I was so mad. This was my Arts High School. The school I loved so much. Last time I missed it because I was fishing. I was planning my whole summer around going. They had told my the it would most likely be the second week of June or July. Instead, when I finally got desperate and had to know the date they told me it was to be June 29. That’s not the second week! Or even the middle! Whatever, I don’t want to talk about.
I got to do the jello wrestling instead which had long ago been scheduled for June 30. I had heard all about it.
I got all painted up. Great fun. It was about the most elaborate b-day party ever. There was the wrestling, a huge pot-luck, live music, bonfire, BBQ, an air cannon that you couldn’t even see the tennis balls shoot from, tie dyeing and fire twirlers. Everyone was in broomstick skirts and barefoot.
I loved it. Jason and his friends left early, I stayed to see the rest of it. I wish I would have known to wear my skirt but I was so intent on the wrestling that I was all business. My only opponent didn’t show up till it was over. Of course I still wrestled Jason but only a little. I was an even more hopeless challenge covered in slime. Jason was the go-for. People sent him after those that hadn’t been exposed to the pit of jello.
It was fun to be back in NC, to see all the people I had met before and I was able to start getting to know them. Last time I was just trying to remember names. There was also a wedding to go to.
We went out drinking with the groom the week before.
When I finally went home Jason came with. It was a surprise. Only Mom knew. It was fun to surprise each person. First Bethany who picked us up, then Charity as she was settling to go to bed. Dad didn’t come home till the next week, he’s been Up North helping his little brother build his new house. My aunt and uncle are determined to move out of the Cities. I thought perhaps Jason would be up for some hard labor volunteer work in waaaay Up North. Meet relatives and the like, ha.
Instead we stayed close to home, I started a mural on Bethany’s garage during the day while Jason kept in touch with work and Warcraft. At night we did taping on Dad’s boat. The deck has to be chaulked and the chaulking can’t seal to the bottom of the 1/8″ seam.
Entertainment was watching Jason spit and swear at the remoteness that he kept finding himself in. Wi-fi is 12 miles away, a decent restaurant is a 45 min. drive, anything closer he wouldn’t step in because they referred to themselves first as a Bar and then as a Grill , the closest pizza place is only open in the evenings and only till 9:00, mail isn’t delivered at Bethany’s and in the midst of it all Bethany tried to argue with Jason that Foley (a town of 2,000) is a city. It was classic. My favorite was when he had to pull over while we were driving to St. Cloud. We were doing some adjusting on the Tracker and I was like, ” Why don’t you pull in here?” I was pointing at the driveway he had just parked next to. “I don’t want to block an intersection,” he said.