This weekend was an interesting one to say the least. You may have gathered that from the title of this post, and now i'm here to tie it all together for you. To start off, I went home for the weekend. Again. That makes two weekends in a row for this kid ( i know i know i am unbelieveably lucky!). While Friday was epic itself, and Saturday afternoon was perfectly spent, it is Saturday night that I most want to tell you about.
So first- The Mumbler:
My friend Cayson was in need of a co-pilot as she made the trip to the airport to pick up some family. I, understanding the despair this trip can bring upon someone when done alone, happily agreed to accompany her. We had arrived at the airport and were yet to hear from her mom, so we headed to the park and wait lot for what had to be fourty minutes. Not wanting to waste gas.. we turned the car off, or so we thought. When the time came to pick up our passengers the car would not start, but instead was making all sorts of weird noises. After considering our options, or lack there of, we decided we needed a jump. I surveyed the dark parking lot and was certain I saw a man in one of the cars a few spaces down. As I approached his very nice black car I noticed there was a lovely bouquet of yellow roses on the dashboard. I noticed this right before I turned the corner of his car and realized I had approaced a straight up gangsta. There sitting in the driver's seat with his windows down, staring at me, was an easily 6'2", doo-rag wearing, wife-beat sporting hustler. He knew exactly what I was coming to ask him, and there was no real way around it so i politely asked him to jump our car, to which he responded with a blank stare and something inaudible. I thought maybe he was Deaf, but in any case he understood my request and came to our rescue. Just as we were wrapping things up and getting back into our car the presumibly mute thug asked us who we were waiting for. Remembering the roses, and assuming they were for a girlfriend, I was honest with the stranger and told him family. When out of courtesy I asked him he same question he replied "just a friend". I was barely able to understand these words before he asked me "Hey you got a number I can reach you at later?" Oh great. I gave it to him.. i know i know-dumb.. but he did just save us, and the thought was hilariously entertaining. We finally got in the car, were there for no more than one minute when the mumbler-who by this time had announced himself as Ali (like mahamad ali) called me. He said but 5 words "Hey. This is my number". We got a good laugh out of this experience.. as well as everytime he tried contacting me for the rest of the weekend.
Second: The Romanian
When Cayson and I returned to the home land we met up with the rest of the girl's and headed to a popular burger joint which we know to be crawling with fellow students most saturday nights. Sure enough the place was packed. So packed in fact that we had to park blocks away, but it was most definitely worth it. This particular place has filled it's walls with polaroids of it's customers, and the clan and I decided we wanted to be a part of this. After ordering my mouth watering fries I asked the cashier boy what we had to do to get on the wall. His response was surprising and a little scary at first. He said, "You really want to know?" with a blank stare and what i thought to be a russian accent. I reaffirmed our desire to be on the wall and his response, similar to his last was, "I don't think you want to know." I assured him I did, and finally he let me in on the secret. "you have to go on a date. with me." Baha I agreed-knowing that it would never actually happen- and he said to me "Well.. i'm Romanian!?" as if that would change my response. The whole thing was hilarious, and because i know you're wondering we did in fact get our picture on the wall.
Finally, The Napkin.
As the ladies and I were devouring or delicious fresh cut frenchies I could not help but notice an attractive young lad walk in with a pack of his friends. Thinking he is way out of MY league I devised a plan with my girl chalisse to write my friend Alyssa's number on a napkin for his pleasure. Lucky guy right? Meanwhile, she had no idea. So I mustered up some courage and decided I was going to slip him the napkin on my way out the door. As I was passing him, and just about to chicken out, the kind fellow stopped me! He asked my name, and if I was leaving so soon! I was flabbergasted!? In response to something he said I told him it was funny that he had happened to stop me because i was just headed his way to give him "this"-the napkin. The cute stranger looked at it, kind like he was grossed out and confused. I told him my number was on the inside, and he was so surprised! He laughed and said, "Oh I thought you blew your nose in this or something." ( I was really nervous so I was clenching the napkin in my fist, misshaping it). His entire brat pack started making ruckus and they were all in awe that a girl would do such a thing! I felt cool. So.. then I left. It wasn't until I was out the door that I realized the napkin had Alyssa's number on it and not my own. Dag.
I gave the creeper my digits and the cutie my friend's. Ha oh well.. she can have him. I'll just take the memories. It was quite the night!
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