One of my first trips with Missy was the time her roommate's boyfriend had a birthday party in Manooka. His house was large and luxurious yet sparcely furnished. Despite the hickliness of his family they were awarded with the American Dream. His father was in construction in an area that was growing houses in droves. It was never a better time to wield a hammer to nail.
Missy and I were invited to the party as were the other locals and the birthday boy, Scott's, friends. There was a stark contrast between the country folk and the college kids. They were busy wreaking havoc in a frenzy while we were being entertained by their antics. Scott must have been nervous from the interation of the two groups since he was fidgety and easily distracted during conversations.
Contrary to his fears the two groups got along well for a while. I helped the hicks break a tree down using man power alone and burn it in a bon fire. After gaining recognition with my idea to break large branches using the fork in the trunk, the level of inclusion was increased for the college folk. Some took a shine to me for my rustic brilliance, but that didn't ease the fears of Scott.
He became rather embarassed when one of his friends began wrestling his father, who was content on the sidelines of the brewing chaos. The father was in his 50's but put up a great struggle. He grimaced and grunted in pain while the boy about 30 years his junior twisted and contorted his body in ways that should only be done by gymnasts. The young wrestler didn't heed the protests of the mother and Scott was forced to break up the hold personally.
Not long after, all the elderly relatives and friends (those over 30) left, possibly from fear. This absence allowed the hicks to bust out their cocaine. In spite of, or due to, his shame, Scott joined the others in taking a hit upon his parent's long marble kitchen counter top. Temperatures flared and several spats almost broke out, but Missy refused to leave the party at the behest of her roommate who was frantically trying to continue the fraud that things were going well.
The college kids retreated to the safety of the house while the hicks brought the outdoors closer to hell. Scott came in and with his coked up confidence challenged me to pool. I was drunk and accepted the challenge despite the risks. I beat him three times in a row, with each successive game more a blowout than the last. He was upset and broke his pool cue. Before he could attempt to start a fight with me his girlfriend stole him away.
We ended up sleeping there. Missy and I shared the floor together in an empty room. I woke up the next morning with a hang over and an enormous desire to leave and never return.
Missy and I were invited to the party as were the other locals and the birthday boy, Scott's, friends. There was a stark contrast between the country folk and the college kids. They were busy wreaking havoc in a frenzy while we were being entertained by their antics. Scott must have been nervous from the interation of the two groups since he was fidgety and easily distracted during conversations.
Contrary to his fears the two groups got along well for a while. I helped the hicks break a tree down using man power alone and burn it in a bon fire. After gaining recognition with my idea to break large branches using the fork in the trunk, the level of inclusion was increased for the college folk. Some took a shine to me for my rustic brilliance, but that didn't ease the fears of Scott.
He became rather embarassed when one of his friends began wrestling his father, who was content on the sidelines of the brewing chaos. The father was in his 50's but put up a great struggle. He grimaced and grunted in pain while the boy about 30 years his junior twisted and contorted his body in ways that should only be done by gymnasts. The young wrestler didn't heed the protests of the mother and Scott was forced to break up the hold personally.
Not long after, all the elderly relatives and friends (those over 30) left, possibly from fear. This absence allowed the hicks to bust out their cocaine. In spite of, or due to, his shame, Scott joined the others in taking a hit upon his parent's long marble kitchen counter top. Temperatures flared and several spats almost broke out, but Missy refused to leave the party at the behest of her roommate who was frantically trying to continue the fraud that things were going well.
The college kids retreated to the safety of the house while the hicks brought the outdoors closer to hell. Scott came in and with his coked up confidence challenged me to pool. I was drunk and accepted the challenge despite the risks. I beat him three times in a row, with each successive game more a blowout than the last. He was upset and broke his pool cue. Before he could attempt to start a fight with me his girlfriend stole him away.
We ended up sleeping there. Missy and I shared the floor together in an empty room. I woke up the next morning with a hang over and an enormous desire to leave and never return.
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