| Dear Marshmellow: |
[05 Sep 2006|11:41am] |
you may have, by now, realized that there *was* something that was supposed to have taken place yesterday: namely, a redecoration of your room by yours truely in honor of your birthday. i had it all planned out, down to getting your own roommate to let me into Guilford. in mentioning this, however, you might have noticed a distinct lack of streamers and confetti in your room. this was because i spent yesterday in Roanoke, Virginia. allow me to explain...
it all began with me limping into work around 8 Sunday, down to just one crutch. by the end of the night, i was managing to walk between the meat slicer and the register without even the help of my sole crutch. despite regaining my basic ability to walk, i was in a rather melancholy mood and passed up the chance to attend a party with a cute guy in favor of remaining at work an hour over my shift's end to slice some much needed turkey. i ended up getting off work shortly after 1 and, for lack of anything better to do, haunted Jimmy John's until low and behold! who did show up? but Adam, Joe, and an inebriated Chris! delightedly, i followed them back to you, where, as i am sure you are quite aware, i proceeded to take up residence on your couch and obtain a royal ass-kicking by the computer in Super Smash Bros. after i left however, i did not do the intelligent thing and go to bed, opting instead to wander about Mary Faust. i ended up running into Bob, and after a quick consensus that neither of us were tired and both bored, we decided to go to Harris Teeter for a bit of grocery shopping, followed by a bite to eat at Steak n' Shake. it was all good and well until we were leaving Steak n' Shake, when we realized going back to the dorm would be boring. so, we didn't. instead, we ended up climbing around on the roof of the elementary school he attended as a kid. saddly, a noise that sounded alarmingly (omfglmao pun!) like an alarm going off quickly ended that activity and we retired once more to the road. somewhere along we the way, we got the brilliant idea that climbing up and chilling out on a billboard would be cool as hell, so we headed down 220 until we found a relatively safe looking billboard. unfortunately, in our sleep-deprived state we had forgotten that most billboards have only half ladders, to prevent people from doing exactly what we had in mind. it is the lack of sleep that i blame for what happened next.
having seen a sign that said Virginia was only 26 miles away, Bob preposed we take a visit. this sounded like a perfectly reasonable suggestion at 6.30 in the morning, and so off we went. it began raining, which is not fun weather when one is riding a Helix, but having no alternative we persisted and wound up in a Bojangles/gas station on the Viginia boarderline at 7am. no, wait! it gets better.
Bob called a friend of his that lived in Virginia whom he hadn't seen in years, and after realizing that they lived in Roanoke (only an hour away at this point) decided a visit should be in order. being close to that phase where the only thing keeping you awake is the cup of coffee you just downed, i made no protest. however! rain is cold and wet, so before continuing, we stopped by a walmart and bought flannel pants for me (as i had on shorts) and a jacket for Bob (he was still in JJ attire).
my story gets a little hazy here, because i had no visor on my helmet and coincidentally, the wind and rain were whipping the hell out of my face with my own hair, causing me to keep my eyes mostly closed. Bob informs me that i scared the shit out of him by drifiting in and out of consciousness, and he spent a good portion of the ride trying to keep me awake since sleeping on the back of a two-wheeled vehicle isn't the safest thing in the world. eventually, though, we made it to the house of a girl named Karen, who became my new best friend by loaning me some dry clothes and letting me use her dryer. once again, i was mostly groggy through this but i remember watching American Beauty, which is one of my new favorites, simply because the ending kicked ass. after the movie, i was relocated to the house of yet another Virginian (i think her name was Diana?) where i crashed on a convinient couch for what probably totaled to an hour, not counting when i was awoken by the arrival of people.
by the time i finally made it back to Faust, it was shortly after 9pm, and had to chill in Ashby for a while because there was supposed to be Rocky Horror practice. this was cancelled, but by the time i was informed, it was already after 10 and i was tired and cold and still a little damp, so i took a shower and went to bed while some guys played Silent Hill 4 on the PS2.
....needless to say, it was a long and rather exhausting day, and i didn't have the chance to stop by your room and make sure everyone knew it was your birthday. therefore, i came up with the next best thing, which is to move your birthday. congradulations, your new birthday is the 27th of September. this time, i'll get you a cake.
Happy freaking Birthday.
love,
your most favoritest sister,
Cat
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