Because Crowley is so far away, I had to make the trip in two legs, spending the night at a Motel 6 in between. I missed a street I was supposed to turn on, but it was my own fault for not transcribing Jana’s directions better. I eventually made it.
It was a small gathering of people who all had names. Unfortunately, I can only recall few.
Jana was a great hostess, making sure I was introduced to everyone, which I greatly appreciated. She was pushing the nuts a little hard though, so I was afraid they may have been laced with something. I didn’t touch them.
The second I was introduced to Sammy (which I will now call you forever *hA!*) and our eyes met, I knew I would like her. She has very honest eyes, and a warm smile. You can’t help but smile back. Especially when she is offering to take you to bed. I, of course, accepted. The pictures from her webcam should be up shortly.
Rob was very friendly and did his best to include me in conversation, which I was grateful for. Unfortunately, due to all of the new faces for me to converse with, and the fact that he left earlier than I did because he is blood shy, I didn’t get to talk to him much. This will be remedied in the future, I’m sure.
Julie and her fiance Jess both teach guitar (they might have other jobs too, I’m not sure). They played while we tried to sing along. While she was holding the guitar, she reminded me of one of those cute folk singers that has a million songs under her belt and every one of them tells a very detailed story about a very short period of time. At one point her and Jess (forcibly) played a Duet… on the same guitar. I even got to be a human capo for Julie, which is only one of my many talents
I didn’t get to talk to balulasfriend much, and cannot remember her name. She had an incredibly beautiful voice, however. She was a bit too excited at the contents of Sammy’s top dresser drawer, and being the only man there after a while, I felt I should keep my distance.
Katy decided it was important that she flash us periodically throughout the evening, which we, of course, were forever grateful for.
Stephanie is a Janis Joplin fan, so she got respect from me immediately. She watched and laughed and talked with the rest of us. She almost gave me a Frappachino shower. I’m kind of glad she decided not to.
There were more people. A girl named Erin… and… another blonde haired girl… and I’m sure I’m missing some more.
I had a great time. Jana and Sammy acted out scenes from the Fight Club, which was both entertaining and scary at the same time. Sammy gave a brief lecture on the proper use of a tongue piercing with me as her guinea pig (Down, not up, Jana. Like it’s walking. Do you need a picture?). I need to ask her if she offers private lessons, because I don’t think I fully understood. The police eventually showed up. At first I was worred they were going to force us to release the Pakistani prisoners we had tied up along the wall so we could watch them hit on Stephanie. It turns out we were just being a little too loud. Maybe we shouldn’t have had all of “the sex” in the backyard.
Thank you all for a great time. And if any of you ever meet Sammy, be certain to read the writing on her bedroom floor.