A few months ago I attended a Cinco de Mayo party hosted by a friend of a friend. I went to the party with Shane, the guy I met through the UK Alumni Association and had been seeing casually since March-ish. At the house next door to the party we were attending, another party was going on that looked like they were having more fun.
Or at least dancing to better music on their balcony.
With much cuter guys and a higher guy to girl ratio than our current situation.
The party I was at didn't even have a balcony and was too full of hipsters to have anyone busting out any good Gaga, Katie, or Brittney that we could dance to.
So what's a girl to do but grab a few friends and crash the good dance party next door?
Which is exactly what this girl did.
BOOM!
"Hi!" I said stepping through the deck door. "I'm Crigger. We were at the party next door, but you guys have way better music and seem to be having a bit more fun. Can we join your dance party?"
"Of course! Come on in!" said the tall Italian looking guy whose name I didn't bother to learn.
"Yeah! More dancers!" Said his blonde bikini clad friend, who I had worried earlier might be in danger of flinging herself off the balcony thanks to her energetic head-banging moves.
As my friends blended into the new party I struck up a conversation with Stephen, whose straight white teeth and muscly arms made me want to talk to him all night.
"Will you play some Lady Gaga next since you seem to be in charge of the jams?"
"Sure. What Gaga do you want?" Stephen asked.
"Any is okay! But I am partial to Poker Face. It made me love her and it is still my favorite."
"Poker Face it is then. What's your name by the way?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Crigger. AKA the party crasher."
"Well you are certainly welcome to crash this party." He said with a smile. "Actually. Have we met before? You look so familiar."
"I doubt it. I live in Orange county and I haven't spent alot of time in Manhattan Beach."
"No. We met. In a bar in Venice Beach. I swear we did. Like early last fall. I think we even became Facebook Friends."
"Ummm... I am pretty sure we didn't. I've only been out in Venice a few times. And those times I was with my ex-boyfriend. But he did get mad at me for flirting alot. So maybe we did meet! You might have been the reason for one of our many altercations about my "flirty-ness", which I prefer to think of as friendliness."
We chatted a bit more and then I returned to dancing with my friends, including Shane. As it got later my friends decided they were ready to head to the bars. But before we left we all decided to take a courtesy pee since you never know how the bathrooms in bars will be. Granted we were at a house occupied by three guys who had thrown a rager so their bathrooms probably weren't any better than what awaited us at the bars...
Anyway... as I stood in line talking to Shane waiting for the bathroom to be free, Stephen came down the hallway.
"What is this? A schedule of house chores?" I asked pointing to the marker board hanging on the wall with days of the weeks and things like "laundry", "clean the kitchen", and "grocery shop" listed beside the boys names.
"Basically. It keeps us organized."
"Well that's good. Bathroom is free. You're up Shane." I said.
"I'm off to find my roommate. See you in a bit." Stephen said.
"Bye."
Standing in the hallway by myself I decided to leave our hosts a note on their marker board. First I drew a picture of a hammock hanging between two palm trees and then I wrote a quick note.
Thanks for letting us crash your party. Call me. 555-555-5555. Crigger.
"Are you ready?" Asked Shane.
"Yep!" I said standing in front of the board an motioning for him to go through the doorway first. "Let's go say goodbye to the hosts."
As I was walking out the door Stephen ran up and grabbed my hand.
"You're leaving?"
"Yeah. My friends are ready to go, so I'm going too." I said.
"But I haven't even asked for your number yet."
"You don't have to. I left it on the marker board for you. Give me a call. Maybe we can go out sometime."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Fast Forward 2 Months to Beer Olympics~~~~~~~~~~~~
My friend Allison and I got roped into participating in a Beer Olympics party at another friend's house. And when I say roped, what I mean is freely and gladly participated. However, our team was one man short. I happened to mention this fact to Shane in a random email and before I knew it, he was volunteering to be our 4th man.
Or as he called it, the anchor, for our Beer Olympics team. And lord knows we needed all the help we could get because there were six events and 3 of then I had never heard of...
This did not bode well for us.
As mixed as my feelings were about Shane coming to a party with me, we needed a fourth, so I sent him the details and at 2:00 our anchor showed up. (Incidentally we came in 2nd, largely thanks to Sean. And of course, my mad flip cup skillz.)
Late into the evening when the competition had died down and we were just playing for fun I struck up a conversation with a guy wearing a "Getting lucky in Kentucky" shirt.
"Nice shirt. I have one of those." I said.
"Oh yeah? Did you get it in Kentucky?" asked Zach.
"Of course. Don't you hear my accent? That's my home state." I said proudly.
"I've always wanted to marry a Southern woman."
"Well we are the best."
As Zach and I continued to talk about Kentucky, bourbon, work, and moving to California I realized I had laid my phone down somewhere and it was no longer in my pocket. Panicking slightly I asked Zach if he would call it for me.
"Sure. What's the number?" He asked pulling out his phone.
"555-555-5555."
"It's ringing."
Or at least dancing to better music on their balcony.
With much cuter guys and a higher guy to girl ratio than our current situation.
The party I was at didn't even have a balcony and was too full of hipsters to have anyone busting out any good Gaga, Katie, or Brittney that we could dance to.
So what's a girl to do but grab a few friends and crash the good dance party next door?
Which is exactly what this girl did.
BOOM!
"Hi!" I said stepping through the deck door. "I'm Crigger. We were at the party next door, but you guys have way better music and seem to be having a bit more fun. Can we join your dance party?"
"Of course! Come on in!" said the tall Italian looking guy whose name I didn't bother to learn.
"Yeah! More dancers!" Said his blonde bikini clad friend, who I had worried earlier might be in danger of flinging herself off the balcony thanks to her energetic head-banging moves.
As my friends blended into the new party I struck up a conversation with Stephen, whose straight white teeth and muscly arms made me want to talk to him all night.
"Will you play some Lady Gaga next since you seem to be in charge of the jams?"
"Sure. What Gaga do you want?" Stephen asked.
"Any is okay! But I am partial to Poker Face. It made me love her and it is still my favorite."
"Poker Face it is then. What's your name by the way?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Crigger. AKA the party crasher."
"Well you are certainly welcome to crash this party." He said with a smile. "Actually. Have we met before? You look so familiar."
"I doubt it. I live in Orange county and I haven't spent alot of time in Manhattan Beach."
"No. We met. In a bar in Venice Beach. I swear we did. Like early last fall. I think we even became Facebook Friends."
"Ummm... I am pretty sure we didn't. I've only been out in Venice a few times. And those times I was with my ex-boyfriend. But he did get mad at me for flirting alot. So maybe we did meet! You might have been the reason for one of our many altercations about my "flirty-ness", which I prefer to think of as friendliness."
We chatted a bit more and then I returned to dancing with my friends, including Shane. As it got later my friends decided they were ready to head to the bars. But before we left we all decided to take a courtesy pee since you never know how the bathrooms in bars will be. Granted we were at a house occupied by three guys who had thrown a rager so their bathrooms probably weren't any better than what awaited us at the bars...
Anyway... as I stood in line talking to Shane waiting for the bathroom to be free, Stephen came down the hallway.
"What is this? A schedule of house chores?" I asked pointing to the marker board hanging on the wall with days of the weeks and things like "laundry", "clean the kitchen", and "grocery shop" listed beside the boys names.
"Basically. It keeps us organized."
"Well that's good. Bathroom is free. You're up Shane." I said.
"I'm off to find my roommate. See you in a bit." Stephen said.
"Bye."
Standing in the hallway by myself I decided to leave our hosts a note on their marker board. First I drew a picture of a hammock hanging between two palm trees and then I wrote a quick note.
Thanks for letting us crash your party. Call me. 555-555-5555. Crigger.
"Are you ready?" Asked Shane.
"Yep!" I said standing in front of the board an motioning for him to go through the doorway first. "Let's go say goodbye to the hosts."
As I was walking out the door Stephen ran up and grabbed my hand.
"You're leaving?"
"Yeah. My friends are ready to go, so I'm going too." I said.
"But I haven't even asked for your number yet."
"You don't have to. I left it on the marker board for you. Give me a call. Maybe we can go out sometime."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Fast Forward 2 Months to Beer Olympics~~~~~~~~~~~~
My friend Allison and I got roped into participating in a Beer Olympics party at another friend's house. And when I say roped, what I mean is freely and gladly participated. However, our team was one man short. I happened to mention this fact to Shane in a random email and before I knew it, he was volunteering to be our 4th man.
Or as he called it, the anchor, for our Beer Olympics team. And lord knows we needed all the help we could get because there were six events and 3 of then I had never heard of...
This did not bode well for us.
As mixed as my feelings were about Shane coming to a party with me, we needed a fourth, so I sent him the details and at 2:00 our anchor showed up. (Incidentally we came in 2nd, largely thanks to Sean. And of course, my mad flip cup skillz.)
Late into the evening when the competition had died down and we were just playing for fun I struck up a conversation with a guy wearing a "Getting lucky in Kentucky" shirt.
"Nice shirt. I have one of those." I said.
"Oh yeah? Did you get it in Kentucky?" asked Zach.
"Of course. Don't you hear my accent? That's my home state." I said proudly.
"I've always wanted to marry a Southern woman."
"Well we are the best."
As Zach and I continued to talk about Kentucky, bourbon, work, and moving to California I realized I had laid my phone down somewhere and it was no longer in my pocket. Panicking slightly I asked Zach if he would call it for me.
"Sure. What's the number?" He asked pulling out his phone.
"555-555-5555."
"It's ringing."
Rah-Rah-ah-ah-ah
Roma-Roma-mama
Ga-ga-o-la-la
Want your romance
I want your ug--
Abrupt change to StarShips by Nicki Manaj
Abrupt change to StarShips by Nicki Manaj
"Found it! I totally forgot that we were using my phone to play music... Whooops." I said somewhat sheepishly.
Zach and I talked a bit more then I headed out front to find Allison and some of the other girls, while he and his friends headed out for the bars. As we were sitting in a circle on the drive way gossiping and recapping the evening, Sean came out and sat down with us. Just about the time he sat down my phone lit up with a text message from a number that wasn't programmed into my phone.
"Crigger.
Save my number por favor.
If things don't end up working w/ your current situation,
would be honored to take you out sometime."
Ahhh... Zach. He has my number from when he was helping me locate my phone.
Hmmmm... current situation? Does he think Sean and I are a couple? Because we are NOT!
"It's not really a current situation.
And you should definitely ask me out sometime." I texted back.
And you should definitely ask me out sometime." I texted back.
"All right.
I'll call you tomorrow and do it all proper.
Enjoy the rest of your evening."
I'll call you tomorrow and do it all proper.
Enjoy the rest of your evening."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~RECAP~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Zach did call the next day. I love a man that calls when he says he will. Though it took three weeks for me to actually have time to go on a date, we have been on two great dates and I am looking forward to more.
Stephen has also attempted to take me out, but our schedules never line up. Plus, Manhattan Beach is farther away than I am really willing to commute to see a boy.
Shane has been sent back to the minor leagues, though he might get pulled up again if I go through a dating dry spell. He is proving to be quite lucky! Every time I go to a party with him I end up picking up another guy.
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