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I'll tell you where your DAMN love is!
2003-12-06 | 10:58 a.m. Last night was increeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeedible. We went to a party in Windsor (closest big city). Marissa and I hoped to go all day, and then ten pm rolls around and she gets the call from Beni saying that he's got the truck and it's a go. Problem: Mank, the biggest partyer in the free world (Quite literally. The party doesn't start before he walks in and he prolly gon' leave before the thang ends. wait what) didn't have a ride. And he needed to go, folks, cause he Is The Party. So he rides in the back of the truck. All 250 pounds of his giant self. With the top down and tools rolling around, on the most dangerous stretch of highway in the country, on the coldest day of the year, with a crap driver. HARDCORE! We gave him a hammer and told him to start raising hell on the metal siding if anything went wrong back there. Don't worry, Ben fucked up the truck long before Mank could get hurt. 30 minutes into our 40 minute trip, doing about 130 on the highway and making fab time, we're having a mini rave to some really funny techno on the radio. Ben's driving with one arm and flicking the interior lights on and off rapidly with the other while I make Strong Bad noises and Marissa tries to pretend her lipstick is really a glowstick (?) The car does a healthy GUH GUH GUUUUUUUUUUUUUH and slows riiiiiiight down. We pull off to the shoulder and Ben goes around outside to let Mank out of the truck. Which is so fucking lucky because Mank's worked at a garage for YEARS and knows almost as much about engines as he does about partying. So he pokes around under the hood and says we need coolant, we overheated. Then that crazy kid goes and digs around in the ditch while Marissa and I start delving into the emergency stash of Oreos under the seat. He finds an empty water bottle and makes a few trips across multiple lanes of highway traffic to get water from the ditch in the median. Long story short, he fixed the problem in about 10 minutes and we were rocking and rolling. The radio blasted Roadhouse Blues and Magic Carpet Ride. It was awesome, until we got really lost. Sure it was a waste of time, but it was really fun just because giant Mank and teeny Marissa and Sam and of course, Beni, all crammed into the truck. The party itself was killer. I definitely broke my no-drinking streak. There were way more guys than girls which is great because when there's so much attention we get as girls, that leaves no time for competition with each other, which I fucking HATE at parties. I have to wrap this up quick because I need to wash the stale cigarette smell out of my hair before I feel the need to actually smoke one. Brent and Mark were both there. Mark and I had a fucking great time, dumb stories galore. He proposed to me at the end of the night, so I guess we're getting hitched when I get back from Down Undah. He touched my shoulder a lot. What does that mean? I love Mark and his abundance of Jesus hair. Brent proposed to me a little differently. He proposed the idea of friendship to me so sincerely that I thought I was going to cry right there in the middle of a hazy, noisy kitchen. He kind of leaned in and said "I'm sorry" then we switched head sides and I said "Why?" and he said "That our friendship kind of fell apart" and I said "Don't say sorry, it's okay" and he said "I should" and I said "Why" and he said "Because I really want that again." Diary, am I gonna get my best friend back again? I really really did love Brent. Sure, he was there during the more tumultuous times I had which always intensifies every emotion, for better or worse, but maybe now that I have my shit together our friendship would be something great. Alas, he is in school in Windsor now, so driving to the beach at 2 am on weeknights to look at the stars might be slightly out of the question. Anyway, that is last night for you. Fun for the whole BenMarissaMankSam family. The snow is falling really beautifully right now, and it's still sunny, so I'd best be getting a pic of this now before everything turns disgusting weather-wise. Love love love, so much love. I feel really uncertain and happy right now. Love, -S.
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