March 20, 2005
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Tonight was Mistey’s big suprise birthday party. Mark and I were
worried that we wouldn’t have many people to talk to, since we don’t
know too many of her friends all that well. I arrived to pick up Mark
about 4:40 in the PM. He was in the shower, and I had woken Amy up when
I got there. We talked for a while as I waited for Mark. I guess Amy
watched like 5 hours of the steroid hearings the other day, which I
found odd, seeing as she really isn’t into baseball, but she said that
it was very interesting and she was captivated by it. Mark was ready
about 5ish and we left. It was a quick drive, only
about……………eh, what would I say……….7 minutes? Does that
sound right?For a suprise party, there were an awful lot of people parked right in
front of her house, which reminded me of Rusty’s suprise party in
which everybody parked in front of the house. When did people stop
trying to hide the suprise? Maybe the thinking is that “Ahhhhh hell,
he/she is going to find out soon enough anyway.”There was not a whole heck of a lot of people there, probably
about……..15-20. We had Browns Chicken…………..you know,
because it tastes better. Mistey arrived shortly after 6. She was not
surpised, probably because the birthday cake which said “Happy
Birthday, Mistey” on it was in the garage right next to the door she
walked through to get into the house. I’m telling you, its like they
weren’t even trying.Mistey’s husband, Jerry, has a creepy friend who is sorta clingy. He
was so clingy that for a while there, I thought that he might like me.
He would ask me questions like “what kind of movies do you like” or
“what pizza places do you like to eat from?”. I found out later that he
is a little slow. Great. How fucking stupid am I? I think a slow dude
likes me……….honestly, I’m not this stuck up……..or am I?
Ohhhh, I don’t know. I noticed he was following Mark around too. Maybe
he just didn’t know anybody, but shit, I have seen him one other time,
and I had never had a conversation with him before. Man, I hope I’m not
one of those dudes at parties. Nah…………I’m more the dude that
just annoys the shit out of everybody.After a while, Mistey’s friend Carly’s boyfriend, Nate, showed up. He
was frickin hot! Turns out he used to be friend’s with my cousin Matt.
Found out we have all sorts of common links, or at least people that we
both know.I guess Jerry’s sister is some kind of sci-fi freak. First, when we got
there, she was watching the Empire Strikes Back By Dismembering Luke.
Next she put in Star Trek: Wrath of the Fantasy Island Dude. I never
quite understood how in the Star Trek movie, they ship Spocks body out
the garbage shoot and into space leaving his body (which was in some
sort of coffin apparatus) to land who the fuck knows where. And then
all of a sudden in the next movie, they realize he ain’t really dead,
but instead just passed out from an all night bender with Buck Rogers.
Why would they just shoot him out there and not care where he lands?
Isn’t that a form of inter-galactic littering? I know its a body and
all, but don’t just throw him out of the ship like he’s a frickin gum
wrapper. Then again, what do I know about these types of movies, maybe
this sort of thing is acceptable in the space geek world.I like hanging out with Mistey (on the rare occasions I get to see
her), she is fun, but I hate the fact that she tells bullshit tales.
She always has. I have known her since I was 3 and she has always done
this. Its too bad too, because she is a fun person. Some people are
just that way, though. They need to lie to cover up insecurities and
make themselves feel good and try to get people to like them. I know
several people like this, but most of them should just be themselves,
because they are fun, good people (ok, not Mark’s friend Jeff
Kroll………he is a liar and a complete fucking prick………really,
he’s not nothing going for him) and don’t need to lie to impress
people. And since lying is one of my pet peeves, I find that I don’t
hang out with Mistey more often. Its a shame. We have known each other
for our entire lives, so its too bad she can’t drop the charade.
