Whirlwind Weekend

FRIDAY
DA convinces me to meet him for a drink after work. Texts from BigBoi and Mason while I'm driving to meet DA. He's cute. Older than he said he was. Awesome to start off with a lie. We have an interesting conversation. It's not so much great conversation as it is amusing and interesting. We end up having 3 drinks and a shot. I leave an hour and a half later and I'm slightly buzzed. Head to my girl Fair's house. More texts from Mason and BigBoi on my way there. Mason is still contemplating coming down tomorrow. BigBoi wants to get together later tonight. Teej texts me to see if I'm going out on the town. Fair and I head out for a few hours and relax over drinks. I miss calls from Rock and Mob. BigBoi texts me that he's not getting back into town as he originally planned. On the way home I talk to Mason. We actually have a decent talk as to what's been up his ass lately. It's relevant and useful knowledge. I feel a little bit better knowing it was not something I did and that we will hopefully see each other again down the road. We end up talking until 3 in the morning. He still makes me laugh. While we're chatting it up Luck & Teej both text me a couple times to see what I'm doing.

SATURDAY
Morning comes way too early and although I had planned on sleeping in, as usual, my plans are disrupted. At 7:45 my phone starts ringing. The song blaring from it warns me it is an ex. Who the heck? I look at the phone and Dutch Boy's picture is displayed. For a minute I think I must be high as a kite. I roll over and grab it. Hello? He sighs deeply. "Hi. It's me. Sorry to wake you up but it's important." Ok, now this is strange. We haven't talked in months, we've both moved on and I'm not a real big fan of his after the whole moody ass and hit on my sister incident. I ask him what's going on and why he's calling. He just lays it out there in typical Dutch Boy style. "My cancer's back. There's nothing they can do." I knew this was not a dream. I sit up and focus. He explains that the cancer he had 5 years ago is back and it's worse and it's in his lymphnoids and there isn't much of anything the doctors can do to stop it. On top of that his dad died three weeks ago and his girlfriend broke up with him because she couldn't handle everything that was going on. He basically unloads for about 15 minute and I listen because I don't know what else to do. It's a surreal call to get from someone that you once cared very deeply about but haven't heard from in a long time. I tell him I'm sorry and to keep me posted. He promises he will. He asks if he can see me sometime, just as friends, cuz he could use a few minutes of happiness and always found that with me. I tell him we will see. I hang up and go smoke. I need a few minutes for all this to sink in. While I'm smoking he sends me a text that says "Thanks for talking to me." I'm torn between my stubborn pride and compassion.

I lay back down, pretty disturbed, and decide I need more sleep before I can process this. Before I can fall asleep BigBoi starts texting me that's he's on his way back to town now and what am I up to today. He wants to see me again. I text Mason to make sure he made it to work. He did and he's hurting from lack of sleep and too many beers. There's no way he's going to make it down tonight. I know this before he apologizes for it. It would be nice to see him but I'm not too upset. It will be better as a girls night with my Yommey. She could use some fun and distraction. Yommey and I run some errands and grab lunch and prepare for the Santa Pub Crawl that evening. BigBoi comes by and we hangout talking and watching football for an hour or two. I kick him out so I can get ready for the pub crawl.

The pub crawl is insane. There had to have been at least 800 crazies there dressed in their best holiday garb, drinking their faces off and having a good time. Mason texts me and asks how it's going. I say it's a blast and I wish he was there. He writes back "Me 2!" with a sad face. Both Mason and BigBoi text me throughout the night to see how it's going. At the 3rd stop on our route I find a little eye candy. I keep my eye on him for a minute and then approach. He's even hotter up close and I like his voice. We chat for a few. Take a picture. I tell him where we are headed next and take off. I'm hoping he shows. I get back on the bus and watch him walk to his car and realize I told him the wrong bar. I wouldn't be there for at least another hour or so. There goes that one. Lost. Damn it!

Luck and Teej start texting me as well. BigBoi has stopped and gone to bed. On the way home I call Mason. We talk until Yommey opens the door in the parking lot and falls out of the car. I call him back when we get inside and we talk for awhile longer. Finally it's 3 AM and we decide we need sleep. I get a text from him around 3:30 that asks if I'm asleep. I say not yet. He says me either with a sad face. He's too cute.

SUNDAY
A few texts with Mason and Bigboi. Every part of my body hates me. I hurt everywhere. Ugh. I don't go and see Vanilla as planned. A few emails with Mo that evening. I can't sleep a flippin' wink all night. Just toss and turn. Around 5 am I drift off to dream and I'm awoken by a wailing alarm clock 30 minutes later...just as Lost was about to give me his number in my dream. Grrr. Foiled again.