final night in grand forks, so why wouldn't it be memorable?
went out to the cay and drank with kip. needed a little courage-juice before hitting the trainwreck reception. Kat and I then depart for the Eagles in East Grand Forks, MN. This is where the evening took a radical turn... Wow. I was expecting a redneck wedding but this was rediculous. I swear to God that when we left, I saw each of the groomsmen working on a car in the parking lot, while wearing their tuxes. The groom was wearing a jack daniels hat on his head the whole time we were there.
My whole reason for going was to see Jennie, this girl from my past.
I had the biggest crush on her when I was a sophmore and junior, and became really good friends with her. Aparently one night I tried to act upon this crush, stumbled over my words, and kissed her on the university park bridge (cue the "aww"). four days later, I started dating this awful girl instead of following up on her and changing both of our lives. Instead, I dated this awful girl, then Cassie, then Shelly, and the rest is history. But I was there for her and her kid when she got knocked up by this asshole. This asshole happened to be the groom at the wedding that night. He was marrying this girl I dated back when I decided to grow my hair long and be rebellious (ah, to be in the summer between freshman and sophmore year again...). After dating me, she fucked most of the carneys at the grand forks fair and a bunch of really skezzy guys (including her now husband).
So Kat and I show up and I find Jennie instantly. She's gotten bigger... much bigger. She used to be a twig (she'd do pull-ups from my arm... yeah, i'm a loser for remembering that) but her height and face gave it away. She and the bride act like they've just seen a ghost when I approach the floor. And the drinking and the flattery commences. Her son is still cool as ever and we start discussing where the fuck i've been for the lsat 4 years. Then it's brought to my attention that she hasn't dated anyone in three years (clue one), that she's now twenty-five (clue two), and drunk (clue three). I know exactly what's about to happen but I did nothing to stop it. All the sudden, and without warning, all of the feelings from high school explode and the memories rush back. She starts feeding me all of this "i had a crush on you back in high school, why did you never act on that kiss" stuff, and i no longer have the feeling that this is the one that got away. She keeps talking and I keep nodding, and say we'll keep in touch this time. She wants me... I still contend that she rejected my advances which is why I moved on. She then kisses me.
She propositions me, and I pass. There's more to it, but i've said enough on this subject for now. And then the thought comes into my head:
*high fidelity moment*
I could've ended up having sex back there. And what better way to exorcize rejection demons than to screw the person who rejected you, right? But you wouldn't be sleeping with a person. You'd be sleeping with a whole sad single-person culture. It'd be like sleeping with Talia Shire in "Rocky" if you weren't Rocky.
*end high fidelity moment*
We leave and I needed more booze. We were going to hang out with Jen, but no amount of my yelling could get her dumb ass out of Andreas' place. So to Whitey's we go. Lots of alcohol commences. I brought back an irish carbomb for myself and this guy named Jack (the Irishman with a birthday today) sees me and asks about my shots and to see if I can drink a Guiness like an irishman. I drink half of it in a gulp, and he buys himself and Kat a carbomb (this is probably where her memory stops). She's hammered and hilarious, and he keeps buying shots, carbombs, beer, and mixed-drinks for Kat and I.
This week was the first week of 2am bar closing in grand forks and east-grand, which makes it a newsworthy night. So WDAZ, the local ABC affiliate, comes into the bar and takes some video of Whiteys. They then approach me and ask if i'd like to talk to them on camera. Probably because I had, a few minutes earlier, switched to water. I had big plans for my first television interview, or I wanted it to be special. I wanted it to be me being interviewed for writing a book, or for politics, or for resurrecting a career. Instead, there I was at 1:35am in Whiteys getting asked if I liked the 2am closing and whether or not I think it's going to make a difference in the Grand Cities. In hindsight, I probably shouldn't have done the interview. At least I got to talk about something i'm passionate about. It's on tonight at 10pm for those in Grand Forks.
**update** Gargamelshitsblu found this. Here's me on the news, I'm the James guy drunk and out of context!**
http://www.in-forum.com/av/asx/tvscripts/5098_80000.asx
So Kat and I take off, after she pours herself into the seat. That's where the evening ends as far as I'm concerned. Lots of bad noise and trying to relax back at home. And now i'm back in VC with an email and two phone messages from Jennie. Yep, I hate it when I'm right.
went out to the cay and drank with kip. needed a little courage-juice before hitting the trainwreck reception. Kat and I then depart for the Eagles in East Grand Forks, MN. This is where the evening took a radical turn... Wow. I was expecting a redneck wedding but this was rediculous. I swear to God that when we left, I saw each of the groomsmen working on a car in the parking lot, while wearing their tuxes. The groom was wearing a jack daniels hat on his head the whole time we were there.
My whole reason for going was to see Jennie, this girl from my past.
I had the biggest crush on her when I was a sophmore and junior, and became really good friends with her. Aparently one night I tried to act upon this crush, stumbled over my words, and kissed her on the university park bridge (cue the "aww"). four days later, I started dating this awful girl instead of following up on her and changing both of our lives. Instead, I dated this awful girl, then Cassie, then Shelly, and the rest is history. But I was there for her and her kid when she got knocked up by this asshole. This asshole happened to be the groom at the wedding that night. He was marrying this girl I dated back when I decided to grow my hair long and be rebellious (ah, to be in the summer between freshman and sophmore year again...). After dating me, she fucked most of the carneys at the grand forks fair and a bunch of really skezzy guys (including her now husband).
So Kat and I show up and I find Jennie instantly. She's gotten bigger... much bigger. She used to be a twig (she'd do pull-ups from my arm... yeah, i'm a loser for remembering that) but her height and face gave it away. She and the bride act like they've just seen a ghost when I approach the floor. And the drinking and the flattery commences. Her son is still cool as ever and we start discussing where the fuck i've been for the lsat 4 years. Then it's brought to my attention that she hasn't dated anyone in three years (clue one), that she's now twenty-five (clue two), and drunk (clue three). I know exactly what's about to happen but I did nothing to stop it. All the sudden, and without warning, all of the feelings from high school explode and the memories rush back. She starts feeding me all of this "i had a crush on you back in high school, why did you never act on that kiss" stuff, and i no longer have the feeling that this is the one that got away. She keeps talking and I keep nodding, and say we'll keep in touch this time. She wants me... I still contend that she rejected my advances which is why I moved on. She then kisses me.
She propositions me, and I pass. There's more to it, but i've said enough on this subject for now. And then the thought comes into my head:
*high fidelity moment*
I could've ended up having sex back there. And what better way to exorcize rejection demons than to screw the person who rejected you, right? But you wouldn't be sleeping with a person. You'd be sleeping with a whole sad single-person culture. It'd be like sleeping with Talia Shire in "Rocky" if you weren't Rocky.
*end high fidelity moment*
We leave and I needed more booze. We were going to hang out with Jen, but no amount of my yelling could get her dumb ass out of Andreas' place. So to Whitey's we go. Lots of alcohol commences. I brought back an irish carbomb for myself and this guy named Jack (the Irishman with a birthday today) sees me and asks about my shots and to see if I can drink a Guiness like an irishman. I drink half of it in a gulp, and he buys himself and Kat a carbomb (this is probably where her memory stops). She's hammered and hilarious, and he keeps buying shots, carbombs, beer, and mixed-drinks for Kat and I.
This week was the first week of 2am bar closing in grand forks and east-grand, which makes it a newsworthy night. So WDAZ, the local ABC affiliate, comes into the bar and takes some video of Whiteys. They then approach me and ask if i'd like to talk to them on camera. Probably because I had, a few minutes earlier, switched to water. I had big plans for my first television interview, or I wanted it to be special. I wanted it to be me being interviewed for writing a book, or for politics, or for resurrecting a career. Instead, there I was at 1:35am in Whiteys getting asked if I liked the 2am closing and whether or not I think it's going to make a difference in the Grand Cities. In hindsight, I probably shouldn't have done the interview. At least I got to talk about something i'm passionate about. It's on tonight at 10pm for those in Grand Forks.
**update** Gargamelshitsblu found this. Here's me on the news, I'm the James guy drunk and out of context!**
http://www.in-forum.com/av/asx/tvscripts/5098_80000.asx
So Kat and I take off, after she pours herself into the seat. That's where the evening ends as far as I'm concerned. Lots of bad noise and trying to relax back at home. And now i'm back in VC with an email and two phone messages from Jennie. Yep, I hate it when I'm right.
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To J-Po! Thanks for taking it all in stride!