tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988225.post-1103443325086985752004-12-19T04:02:00.000-06:002004-12-19T02:05:05.280-06:00I didn't go to the wedding. No big surprise there. I did, however, go to Donna's/Jerry's/and his step-dad's party. It was okay - a lot of people showed up, left, showed up again, left somewhere else... it was kind of crazy. <br /> <br />Kaleb, David, and I were left at the end around one o'clock. I didn't want to leave his house because that would mean going back to mine - where it is unmercifully loud. <br /> <br />Michael (Jerry's step-dad) was being really stupid drunk off his ass. Kept being all, "Hey... Jerry... want some of that punch? I mean, you know... it's on the table. I mean, you're not supposed to have it but... yeah, it's on the table." *Rolls eyes* Tons of times, he offered me the punch and not too much later, offered the Jello... the SPIKED Jello, or whatever the hell he called it. Of course, I don't think Kaleb minded much. <br /> <br />When my mom came to pick me up (I had called earlier), I went outside without my boots on and everyone (Donna's friends) were like, "Oh my god, get your shoes on! Where are your shoes?" Blah blah... blah. I HAD MY BOOTS IN MY HAND. So got my boots on... and shit. Then went back inside, told my mom to hold on. <br /> <br />When I got inside, I told Jerry, Kaleb, and David the story of "The Wonder Attack of the Drunkards on the Innocent Shoeless Girl" story. Kaleb was like, "And you came in here just to tell us that?" (To tell the truth, half of the reason I came in there was to talk to Jerry alone and crap... I don't want to just LEAVE and not say much to him.) <br /> <br />So I took two tissues out of the box. Layed one on David's head, then layed one on Jerry's head. Somehow Jerry got the picture and followed me into the kitchen. <br /> <br />We got in there and hugged each other. Kissed, then I told him I loved him. He was like, "I love you, too." And smiled in this real cheezy way (not that it was bad). A few seconds later, we were walking toward the door and he said, "Why do you always beat me to it?" <br /> <br />I looked at him and said, "Beat you to what? The tissues?" He was like, "No..." And I was like, "Um.. the door?" And he's like, "No....." Finally it clicked. <br /> <br />I always tell him I love him first - and I beat him to it, too. (Supposedly) <br /> <br />I'm not sure, but I think when I went out the door, he said 'I love you..' again softly... I guess tomorrow, I owe him an explanation of my pathetic, hence *TRUE*, explorations of the reasons behind going back into the house to tell the story of "The Wonder Attack of the Drunkards on the Innocent Shoeless Girl."Arihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01135499150479657412noreply@blogger.com