I don't think there was ever a time where I "became" crazy. I think I was always just crazy and attracted other crazy ass people. This particular story goes back to freshman year in college. I lived in a dorm that my friends who came to visit always referred to as a hotel because it was super nice. One that you needed a prox card to get in the front, and it was four roommates that lived in a suite and shared a living room. It was nice.
I was brand new. Didn't know a soul in Bumfuck, Wyoming. Not that it mattered much, I've never been bad at making friends. My first three roommates were awesome. Inviting me home with them for family dinners, inviting me out with their friends- they were all local, so it was easy for them to adjust to the college life and knowing where to go and where to be.
But this story is all about a little lady I called Urka. She was probably the coolest warm welcoming to Wyoming that I could possibly have. She was crazy, happy, loved random trips to places, and loved a good laugh. We'd gone to basketball games together, she was there for me when I had my first breakup, we shared music tastes, and just an overall blast.
Then there was that man. Her man. The new man.
You see, her and this guy started dating that year. I wasn't ever too fond of him, thought he was a royal tool most days, but being the friend, I was at least kind enough to tolerate his presence. As long as she knew I wasn't particular on him, I'd said my piece, and no need for more.
But then the man moved away. To a different college. Awesome right?
No. No it wasn't. Because since her dude now lived in Denver, CO, that meant she was gonna go see him.
She didn't wanna go alone.
She knew that there were no other crazy bitches around to take that eight hour road trip.... but me.
You know I didn't say no! I mean come on, a road trip?? Spur of the moment? Heeellllll yeahhhh!!
Little did I know....
Anywho, so she wanted to go the weekend of Valentine's Day. No big deal. Not like I had a man I needed to be with. Fuck it, let's go see see Urka's dude in Denver. She goes on to tell me that she's never taken such a long trip before by herself. Wish I could say the same. I've always gone everywhere by myself. So I know that having a travel buddy would make time fly and feel a little safer.
We started out our trip by going to Dairy Queen. We bought an ice cream cake.
We bought. An ice. Cream. Cake.
You know we had to finish that son of a bitch before it melted. So there we are bright eyed and bushy-tailed, screaming at the top of our lungs for the first couple hours because of our crazy sugar high. We made little videos on our phones about us eating entire cakes. It was classic. We were delirious.
Hours and hours of singing, dashboard dancing, and little heart confessionals, we finally role up in Denver. Her dude comes and lets us into his dorm and we meet some of their friends that are hanging out in their room. We were pretty pooped when we got there, and had plans of going out the next night- Saturday night of the Valentine's Eve, so it wasn't long before I was shown to my couch where I'd be sleeping and Urka and her dude disappeared into his room. He showed me where everything was- remote, movies, all kinds of fun stuff.
So there I was, laying on the couch. Wide awake. Decided to pop in a DVD... The Mighty Boosh. Someone had great taste in their cinema. I'm a few episodes in, and from one of the roommate's doors pops out a tall sexy lookin' somethin that makes me stop for a second....
Guys. You're not the only ones. I don't give a shit what you've been told by all your gal pals or your lady friends. We lose our concentration too!
Y'all, his daddy was black and his momma was greek. They made a pretty. Ass. Baby. Light coloured cocoa skin with big ass brown bambi eyes... Phew. Take a breath.
He is going to their little kitchenette for a glass of water or something.
"Hi." He says.
"Hey." I muster out, complete focus on the telly. Trying my damndest anyway.
We make small casual conversation.
"Long trip huh?" He says.
"Eh, wasn't bad. I can't sleep now."
"Yeah, I couldn't either. So I came out here."
"Care to watch some Mighty Boosh with me?" I suggest.
As if he just noticed what was on the screen, he raises his eyebrows, "Oh you know what this is?"
"Yeah. One of my favourites."
"Yeah, mine too! It's my box set."
I just smile, and motion to the couch.
"Oh, right, well no I better not. I have to be up early in the morning." Something about his college classes or something. He has to be super professional and dressed up for it.
"Well if you change your mind I'll be out here."
I can't even remember where the conversation went or how it even happened, but homeboy ended up staying out there all night with me. Something was mentioned about Kung-Pow and then he got super excited. First we were quoting the entire thing from memory, then he goes into his room and busts out the DVD. First we watched the actual version, then we watched the hidden special edition of "What they're actually saying." Talking all night about school and the two love birds in the room next door.
Turns out not all pretty boys are douche bags. This one had a fantastic personality too. For a moment there I thought to myself, awesome. That means this trip will be bearable. I won't have to be the third wheel maybe! We see the sun coming from the crack in the window. He looks at his watch, "Holy shit. Did I seriously pull an all nighter? Can't say I've ever done that before." Wish I could say the same. "Well I gotta go get ready for the gym. You wanna come with me?" He asks. I scoff for a second, "Oh you're serious? Uhm, no. No thanks. Not really a fan. Plus I don't exactly have the attire. "You can borrow some of my clothes."
Thu-thump.
Thu-thump.
"Uh, no that's fine. I'll probably still be watching some Mighty Boosh. Maybe even go to sleep finally. Haven't decided yet.
"Okay, that's fine." He runs off into his room to change and reappears shortly.
"You sure you don't want to come?" He asks one more time before exiting.
"Yeah yeah get out of here!"
He smiles, and leaves their suite. That smile.
I finally get some sleep, and open my eyes about an hour later when he's coming back in the room. I throw the cover over my face, not sure how ragged I'm looking at this point. Some amount of time lapses while I'm sleeping and eventually the love birds emerge from their cave. The roommate isn't in his room anymore. "How'd you sleep dude?" Urka asks. "Pretty good. Just a few hours." She nodded her head, understanding I never really slept. "He must be in class this mornin," Her man said, lookin a little confused like he wasn't normally gone so early. I explain that he had a meeting with a board or something like that and he'd be back in time for lunch with his parents. He just kinda looked at me dumbfounded. "Oh. You talked to him before he left?" He asked.
"He stayed up all night. Watched some movies with me and stuff."
They both just look at each other. "Thiiiiibbbbbssss...!" Urka said, poking.
I could tell I was blushing. "Shut up."
We took showers and got ready for lunch.
The roommate came back in at that time, and Urka's man says, "Dude what you doing for lunch?"
"I told you this, my parents are coming here. I'm going to lunch with them."
"Oh. Well what are you doing tonight?"
I interrupt his roommate and rattled off his schedule for the next two days.
He just smiles, shrugs, and points to me, confirming what I'd just said.
"What the hell man? She's only been here one night and she's already replaced me as your best friend!"
"No, she just listens when I tell her something," He responds back.
I just smile smugly on the couch.
When he leaves again and Urka's man goes into his room, Urka starts tellin me, "Ask him to go with us to the club tonight! Then you can have someone to dance with!"
"Nah, he has to be up early again tomorrow mornin and I already kept him up all night last night haha."
"DUDE come on! I'll see if my man will put in some words!"
The day went by pretty slow. Just chillin at the dorms all day. Then night came aroung, Urka and I put on our sexy outfits and it was time to go downtown to dance! We find a parking spot an walk a bit of sidewalk to the entrance. We got carded and had X's on our hands because we were still under age. Didn't matter. This place was still bumpin. It was elbow to elbow in there. Men a plenty. Dancing was a must.. it was so crowded and so much fun!!
Would have been more fun if the roommate would have came out. He was so tired because he was busy all day and I'd kept him up the previous night, so I understood he wanted to sleep. Besides, finding a dance partner was never hard for me. I just kinda made my way into the crowd. Within the first minutes, the Arabs had found me. Turns out they love redheads. This guy was probably ten years my senior if not more. He was a decent enough dancer- had rhythm- then started talkin that smack. So I nicely let him down, by telling him I had to go meet my girlfriend at the door.
The age old trick. It's what nice girls do. Instead of throwing a hand in the face or tellin them to fuck off, you simply throw a wrench into play. A fake girlfriend. Fake boyfriend. Bathroom break. Leaving. Whatever. Just use the excuse.
Now in this place, it was big enough and packed enough that I left the amoeba of people and entered in from a different side without problems of running into the same guy. I have no idea where the other two were but at the time didn't care. I was all about dancing and just cutting loose. I soon found myself dancing close to them. Then there was this adorable giant. Rhythm. Tall. But had no idea how to approach a gal. You could tell. So he was dancing close to me and a couple other gals when one of them grabbed my wrist and grabbed his and made us dance together. Neither of us cared. It was just the vibe. About a few minutes of the close proximities, and the polite giant asks, "Can I dance with you?" I thought it was adorable because we were already dancing together I thought. After I nodded my head, he put his hands around my waist. AWwwwwwweeeeEEeee he asked for permission. Modern. Day. Gentleman.
That's how the night ended. Polite giant. Dancing. Then when I was walking off, he asked if I was from here. I had to tell him I wasn't with a resounding no. He smiled, told me to have a good evening and a good life.
The next day was just hangin out at the place. Debating on heading back early or late because of the snow storm we knew was coming. We took pictures old school on a Kodak camera in their living room before we left. Then the guys walked us back to the car. The roommate had burned me a cd with the 500 Days of Summer soundtrack on it. Still to this day is my favourite. We said our goodbyes and see-you-laters. The trip home was as epic as it was on the way there. Driving through Denver in rush hour traffic. I was driving. In a big ass truck. Winning.
Got home and still to this day is one of my favourite road trips to reminisce about. Oh, and for the curious inquirers, yes we facebooked each other a bit after that. Still keep in contact.
And as for Urka and her man? You'll be happy to hear they just got married this summer. Cheers y'all, and congrats. :)
I was brand new. Didn't know a soul in Bumfuck, Wyoming. Not that it mattered much, I've never been bad at making friends. My first three roommates were awesome. Inviting me home with them for family dinners, inviting me out with their friends- they were all local, so it was easy for them to adjust to the college life and knowing where to go and where to be.
But this story is all about a little lady I called Urka. She was probably the coolest warm welcoming to Wyoming that I could possibly have. She was crazy, happy, loved random trips to places, and loved a good laugh. We'd gone to basketball games together, she was there for me when I had my first breakup, we shared music tastes, and just an overall blast.
Then there was that man. Her man. The new man.
You see, her and this guy started dating that year. I wasn't ever too fond of him, thought he was a royal tool most days, but being the friend, I was at least kind enough to tolerate his presence. As long as she knew I wasn't particular on him, I'd said my piece, and no need for more.
But then the man moved away. To a different college. Awesome right?
No. No it wasn't. Because since her dude now lived in Denver, CO, that meant she was gonna go see him.
She didn't wanna go alone.
She knew that there were no other crazy bitches around to take that eight hour road trip.... but me.
You know I didn't say no! I mean come on, a road trip?? Spur of the moment? Heeellllll yeahhhh!!
Little did I know....
Anywho, so she wanted to go the weekend of Valentine's Day. No big deal. Not like I had a man I needed to be with. Fuck it, let's go see see Urka's dude in Denver. She goes on to tell me that she's never taken such a long trip before by herself. Wish I could say the same. I've always gone everywhere by myself. So I know that having a travel buddy would make time fly and feel a little safer.
We started out our trip by going to Dairy Queen. We bought an ice cream cake.
We bought. An ice. Cream. Cake.
You know we had to finish that son of a bitch before it melted. So there we are bright eyed and bushy-tailed, screaming at the top of our lungs for the first couple hours because of our crazy sugar high. We made little videos on our phones about us eating entire cakes. It was classic. We were delirious.
Hours and hours of singing, dashboard dancing, and little heart confessionals, we finally role up in Denver. Her dude comes and lets us into his dorm and we meet some of their friends that are hanging out in their room. We were pretty pooped when we got there, and had plans of going out the next night- Saturday night of the Valentine's Eve, so it wasn't long before I was shown to my couch where I'd be sleeping and Urka and her dude disappeared into his room. He showed me where everything was- remote, movies, all kinds of fun stuff.
So there I was, laying on the couch. Wide awake. Decided to pop in a DVD... The Mighty Boosh. Someone had great taste in their cinema. I'm a few episodes in, and from one of the roommate's doors pops out a tall sexy lookin' somethin that makes me stop for a second....
Guys. You're not the only ones. I don't give a shit what you've been told by all your gal pals or your lady friends. We lose our concentration too!
Y'all, his daddy was black and his momma was greek. They made a pretty. Ass. Baby. Light coloured cocoa skin with big ass brown bambi eyes... Phew. Take a breath.
He is going to their little kitchenette for a glass of water or something.
"Hi." He says.
"Hey." I muster out, complete focus on the telly. Trying my damndest anyway.
We make small casual conversation.
"Long trip huh?" He says.
"Eh, wasn't bad. I can't sleep now."
"Yeah, I couldn't either. So I came out here."
"Care to watch some Mighty Boosh with me?" I suggest.
As if he just noticed what was on the screen, he raises his eyebrows, "Oh you know what this is?"
"Yeah. One of my favourites."
"Yeah, mine too! It's my box set."
I just smile, and motion to the couch.
"Oh, right, well no I better not. I have to be up early in the morning." Something about his college classes or something. He has to be super professional and dressed up for it.
"Well if you change your mind I'll be out here."
I can't even remember where the conversation went or how it even happened, but homeboy ended up staying out there all night with me. Something was mentioned about Kung-Pow and then he got super excited. First we were quoting the entire thing from memory, then he goes into his room and busts out the DVD. First we watched the actual version, then we watched the hidden special edition of "What they're actually saying." Talking all night about school and the two love birds in the room next door.
Turns out not all pretty boys are douche bags. This one had a fantastic personality too. For a moment there I thought to myself, awesome. That means this trip will be bearable. I won't have to be the third wheel maybe! We see the sun coming from the crack in the window. He looks at his watch, "Holy shit. Did I seriously pull an all nighter? Can't say I've ever done that before." Wish I could say the same. "Well I gotta go get ready for the gym. You wanna come with me?" He asks. I scoff for a second, "Oh you're serious? Uhm, no. No thanks. Not really a fan. Plus I don't exactly have the attire. "You can borrow some of my clothes."
Thu-thump.
Thu-thump.
"Uh, no that's fine. I'll probably still be watching some Mighty Boosh. Maybe even go to sleep finally. Haven't decided yet.
"Okay, that's fine." He runs off into his room to change and reappears shortly.
"You sure you don't want to come?" He asks one more time before exiting.
"Yeah yeah get out of here!"
He smiles, and leaves their suite. That smile.
I finally get some sleep, and open my eyes about an hour later when he's coming back in the room. I throw the cover over my face, not sure how ragged I'm looking at this point. Some amount of time lapses while I'm sleeping and eventually the love birds emerge from their cave. The roommate isn't in his room anymore. "How'd you sleep dude?" Urka asks. "Pretty good. Just a few hours." She nodded her head, understanding I never really slept. "He must be in class this mornin," Her man said, lookin a little confused like he wasn't normally gone so early. I explain that he had a meeting with a board or something like that and he'd be back in time for lunch with his parents. He just kinda looked at me dumbfounded. "Oh. You talked to him before he left?" He asked.
"He stayed up all night. Watched some movies with me and stuff."
They both just look at each other. "Thiiiiibbbbbssss...!" Urka said, poking.
I could tell I was blushing. "Shut up."
We took showers and got ready for lunch.
The roommate came back in at that time, and Urka's man says, "Dude what you doing for lunch?"
"I told you this, my parents are coming here. I'm going to lunch with them."
"Oh. Well what are you doing tonight?"
I interrupt his roommate and rattled off his schedule for the next two days.
He just smiles, shrugs, and points to me, confirming what I'd just said.
"What the hell man? She's only been here one night and she's already replaced me as your best friend!"
"No, she just listens when I tell her something," He responds back.
I just smile smugly on the couch.
When he leaves again and Urka's man goes into his room, Urka starts tellin me, "Ask him to go with us to the club tonight! Then you can have someone to dance with!"
"Nah, he has to be up early again tomorrow mornin and I already kept him up all night last night haha."
"DUDE come on! I'll see if my man will put in some words!"
The day went by pretty slow. Just chillin at the dorms all day. Then night came aroung, Urka and I put on our sexy outfits and it was time to go downtown to dance! We find a parking spot an walk a bit of sidewalk to the entrance. We got carded and had X's on our hands because we were still under age. Didn't matter. This place was still bumpin. It was elbow to elbow in there. Men a plenty. Dancing was a must.. it was so crowded and so much fun!!
Would have been more fun if the roommate would have came out. He was so tired because he was busy all day and I'd kept him up the previous night, so I understood he wanted to sleep. Besides, finding a dance partner was never hard for me. I just kinda made my way into the crowd. Within the first minutes, the Arabs had found me. Turns out they love redheads. This guy was probably ten years my senior if not more. He was a decent enough dancer- had rhythm- then started talkin that smack. So I nicely let him down, by telling him I had to go meet my girlfriend at the door.
The age old trick. It's what nice girls do. Instead of throwing a hand in the face or tellin them to fuck off, you simply throw a wrench into play. A fake girlfriend. Fake boyfriend. Bathroom break. Leaving. Whatever. Just use the excuse.
Now in this place, it was big enough and packed enough that I left the amoeba of people and entered in from a different side without problems of running into the same guy. I have no idea where the other two were but at the time didn't care. I was all about dancing and just cutting loose. I soon found myself dancing close to them. Then there was this adorable giant. Rhythm. Tall. But had no idea how to approach a gal. You could tell. So he was dancing close to me and a couple other gals when one of them grabbed my wrist and grabbed his and made us dance together. Neither of us cared. It was just the vibe. About a few minutes of the close proximities, and the polite giant asks, "Can I dance with you?" I thought it was adorable because we were already dancing together I thought. After I nodded my head, he put his hands around my waist. AWwwwwwweeeeEEeee he asked for permission. Modern. Day. Gentleman.
That's how the night ended. Polite giant. Dancing. Then when I was walking off, he asked if I was from here. I had to tell him I wasn't with a resounding no. He smiled, told me to have a good evening and a good life.
The next day was just hangin out at the place. Debating on heading back early or late because of the snow storm we knew was coming. We took pictures old school on a Kodak camera in their living room before we left. Then the guys walked us back to the car. The roommate had burned me a cd with the 500 Days of Summer soundtrack on it. Still to this day is my favourite. We said our goodbyes and see-you-laters. The trip home was as epic as it was on the way there. Driving through Denver in rush hour traffic. I was driving. In a big ass truck. Winning.
Got home and still to this day is one of my favourite road trips to reminisce about. Oh, and for the curious inquirers, yes we facebooked each other a bit after that. Still keep in contact.
And as for Urka and her man? You'll be happy to hear they just got married this summer. Cheers y'all, and congrats. :)
