Andy, Larry, Tyler, Josh

I found the weekend to be highly entertaining yet only mildly eventful. Thursday or Friday of last week, M asked if I wanted to go to Appleton with her, Angie, and Tammy. This would include shopping, going out to eat, getting a hotel and going out to the bars. Given the possible lay-off situation ... I contemplated ... and then agreed.

Saturday we got down to Appleton. I was certain I wasn't going to do any shopping. Maurices found me two new pair of shoes and 2 packs of anklets. New York & Co. - I had another coupon for and I got some more tops. Even Old Navy ... where I thought all I had were exchanges and returns ... I got a new sweatshirt.

We ate at Good Company. My food sucked ... and M gave me some of her chicken parmisan ... which was way better than the garlic chicken I had gotten. We went back to the hotel then and hung out, got ready, and found out that I was unable to wear shoes. The sandals I had been wearing were killing me. I couldn't wear the two new pair I had just gotten either ... But of course I had brought two extra pair along. Good thinking. However, this made me have to change my whole outfit.

Now - normally I can make clothing, hair, jewelry, makeup decisions ... all on my own. But something about going out with M and Angie ... I become one of them. Which I tried explaining to Angie at the mall ... but I don't think she was listening (aka didn't really care). Ha.

So I ended up wearing the orange hippie tank that I planned on wearing home the next day. However - some of my body wash had gotten on it in my bag. I had rinsed it and it was drying in the bathroom. Angie, M, and Tammy took out a hair dryer ... and dried my top! It was funny how much they cared ... and how much I was just not gonna do that.

I also tried Tammy's new belt to go with my dark jeans. Didn't feel right. So I tried Angie's capris and Malinda's belt. I ended up wearing the capris - my freshly blow dried tank - Angie's orange/brown beaded bracelet, Angie's silver necklace - my brown necklace and I found a pair of silver earrings in my purse.

Finally - everyone was ready. Angie and Tammy both showered - M changed clothes ... all the girly variables taken care of.

We were walking to the bars ... First stop, Anduzzi's. Appleton's Anduzzi's (and The Bar) have 2 floors. It wasn't too exciting there but we all had one drink. Moved on to The Bar. More people ... but there seemed to be alot of bachelor, bachelorette, and wedding parties out. We had also taken into consideration that Summerfest was still going on.

Next we went on to Park Central. I had wanted to go here. I was the one pushing to go here sooner. It was pathetic. The only bright spot for me was that they have an all time karaoke bar called The Mic. I sang 2 songs. And we didn't go back in there after that. Mustangs (the country bar) was the worst of all of them. There was maybe 5 people at it's high point. Flashbacks is where we did most of our dancing.

Right around 1:30am ... I was tired, drunk and sick being around all the old people. So I was ready to head out. We got out ... and I took us on a sweep of the next bar: Wet. Awesome ass bar. I mean, the bar layout is soooo cool. Clientel - not so much. It was fairly busy ... but lets just say 4 white girls ... we were the minority. Hurriedly leaving that bar took us around the corner to Drinks Inc. You walk in and have to go up a big flight of stairs. Got up there ... and with about 15 minutes left until bar close ... we managed to have the most fun.

Angie noticed immediately that the bar majority was men. I'm like - oh that guy is cute. He was from a wedding party. And obviously anilihated but ... still cute nonetheless. We danced and Angie/M got pictures to prove it. All of a sudden he was off with this girl ... who I thought he was with until he was dancing with me. I wouldn't have been too please if my guy was dancing like that, with someone else. But hey ...

In my dancing absence, M and Angie had found two guys of their own. Andy and Larry. We ended up taking them back to the hotel with us. Just prior to leaving, when the bartenders were calling Last Call, I spotted two guys over at a table, just getting up to leave I assume. The taller of the two had my attention. However, all of a sudden he was gone and out the door, and I was there with his friend. Josh was talking with me about how I got my beads. I said all I had to do was a shot. We had a shot of Crown together and I gave him my beads. None of this New Orleans stuff for me. Everyone can keep their clothes on ... at least until we're alone!

I gave Josh my number, my name, M's number, and our room number. He was going to meet up with his friends (because he didn't have his car) and give me a call.

On our walk across the street we came to the conclusion that the reason the bars were so unpopulated was because everyone was outside - smoking. Police are all over the place. Not arresting anyone ... or doing anything ... just standing around. Crowd control. However, flashing red lights don't mean the same thing in Appleton as in Green Bay. Where I'm from, a flashing red light means it's now an all-way stop. In Appleton, I guess it means yield because no one was really stopping. And here's us ... playing in traffic.

So we get to the doors of the hotel. There are little boys (bell boys or something like that) standing guard. I flash my room key and I go right in. Had we thought about this a little bit better, we should have gone in two separate groups. M and I both had room keys. We all should have had our own, too. So we haven't done this ... everyone behind me kind of bottlenecks at the door.

Little bell boy follows us all to the elevator. We all get on. He gives us his speil about how they frown upon non-guests blah blah blah. Then he asks who the room-holder is. M pipes up - Angie L******. Everyone else is quiet. He goes - is she present? Angie raises her hand. She's like - we'll be quiet, we'll keep it down. And up we go.

The hotel room ... what can I say. It's your average hotel room with 2 queen beds. There was a desk and office chair, a small table, a chair with a foot stool, a dresser (with TV atop), and the night stand. Now add 4 girls, their bags, boxes, and various other essentials. It's not the most spacious place but ... we managed. The two guys who had come back with us ... Andy and Larry ... weren't overly talkative.

I don't exactly remember what I was all doing ... not like I was too drunk to remember ... it just seems like there was a lot of things all going on at once. I remember putting my pajamas on - half out in the room with everyone ... and the other half in the bathroom. Then I recall telling Larry to catch me, while I took a running start and jumped at him. And trying to do some yoga with Andy. Next thing I know ... I'm on M's phone with Josh. While I'm talking to him ... several things happen. Larry leaves. Angie was gone for a bit. M tells me that they were out in the hall ... fighting, arguing? Something. I had asked them (Andy & Larry) if they would come play volleyball up north with us. When I got off the phone with Josh ... my notepad had a number written down ... and then across the rest of the page - fuck off. Hmmm. Larry - the astute conversationalist.

Now Andy is stuck with us. Larry was his ride. Me and Angie (she's back in the room now) are on the phone trying to call Larry. So is Andy. Larry answers us. Angie is going - he's an asshole the whole time, while I'm like ... what the hell, I was just asking you if you would come play volleyball and all of a sudden you leave us with your friend. He's like - I'm not worried about Andy. Then breaks into a story about how I'm too young ... and why would he go all the way up north to play volleyball if there was no chance of us hooking up. WTF?! I'm like ... whoa, dude. Okay - did this guy not just come back to this hotel with ANGIE? How am I involved in this? Dude is like 34 years old. What would I want with him? Ew.

Somehow M and Andy have snuck off. I'm back on the phone with Josh - and he's telling me he's bringing a friend. I tell them to call back when they get into the parking ramp. Meanwhile, I'm checking to see if it's really alright that I asked these guys to come back here. Angie gives me the okay. Out with the old guys ... in with the young guys.

They call back ... but now I'm talking to Tyler. Apparently it's his phone. Now I'm understanding why Josh needed to have a friend along. He doesn't have a cellphone. They are stopped at the door. I have to go down there and get them. We all go up. I make them a drink ... and they regale us with their witty banter. Ha. M is the only one who was even kind of talking to them. Angie always gets snippy with younger guys ... so normal conversation wasn't really happenin'.

Tyler keeps getting texts. He tells about the girl who's sending them. Her name is Chelsea. She's at Life Fest and she's a Jesus-freak. Oh - yeah. And 18.

Somewhere amid the chatter - M started picking on Tyler for his incoming text messages. So I think it will be funny to send: Stop with all the texting. And he's like - who is this? Where is this message coming from?! He realizes it's me ... and we begin texting. 'Round about 5am Josh realizes that Tyler and I are texting each other ... even though we are participating in the real-world conversation. We've both had our phones on vibrate. Now - Josh wasn't a bad guy. He had dark eyes, dark/sandy hair, and of course his name started with a J. But Tyler was just ... more my level, if you know what I mean. They were both slightly younger than me ... but hey ... I'm a try-sexual ... I'll try anything once. =P

I won't get into the details of the texts ... mwahaha ... aren't I so mean? But I will say that Tyler began to feel bad about Josh getting jealous. I didn't have the opportunity to tell him that I had been eyeing him back at the bar ... Josh just happened to be the one I was able to talk to.

They end up leaving around 5:30am. Tyler texted me to say he'd gotten home at about 10 to 6am and that Josh was on his way home. In the morning ... we texted a few times and I got the impression that without the immediacy of being "right there" - we didn't have a whole lot to say because I was already back in Green Bay ... and we hadn't really done anything. So I left him with a closing text - leaving it open to him to get ahold of me if he wanted.....I'm still waiting.

When I got home ... I did a few things on the computer and promptly went to bed. It was about 2pm. I woke up ... around 8pm. What a nap. My sister had called me ... but other than that, nothing exciting. I got up - went for a walk - got home, ate something and then went back to bed. Highly compelling.

So Monday - I thought my Appleton adventure was over. But lo and behold, I receive an unknown text. !!! I'm excited. Is it Tyler? No. Damnit Larry. (I forgot to mention that right after Angie and Larry had gotten off the phone ... when I'd thrown it at her, to answer my phone because I was waiting for Josh to call back ... I had texted Larry saying: So, no volleyball then? And I thought it was all funny ... and that would be the end. Wrong. Right before my nap on Sunday ... I'd gotten a text saying that up north was too far to go for volleyball. And I never said anything back. Told M about it. She thought it was funny.)

However, about 10 minutes to 4pm on Monday in comes my new text from Larry. Who's number is this? Ren's or Angie's? What are you guys up to? I reply: Ren. We're all working. What's up with you? He says: Got done at 2pm. Hanging a fan then playing ball. Afterwards - cocktails. I've already emailed M to tell her all this... she's like, was he looking for Angie? So I text: Were you looking for Angie? He tells me: No, actually hoping for you. Hope you don't mind.

I find this extremely funny. Especially since I was hoping his text was from someone else! So I respond with: Too funny. What were you and Angie fighting about out in the hall?

Ha. Haven't heard from him since.