smileyjess

bonfire night (aka "bonfiya night") was quite the expedition. after the Shittiest Week Ever, it was exactly what i needed.

actually, today wasnt too too bad. went to school late because i had to have more blood tests run at the doctor's (3 shots- i have the best track marks everrrr, i really cant wait to show them off), missed the calc test (shucks, snaps fingers), got notes to skip gym from now until the end of the quarter (best. pediatrician. ever.), and don't have to make up the spanish test until monday. after school i went to work for three hours. my boss informed me that i'm getting increased responsibilities, and can now work from home. seriously, i have the best supervisor on the planet.

rocking out to the pixies on the way home, i get a lovely voicemail from jon. it is as follows: "HEY BITCH! YOU BETTER GET YOUR ASS TO NORTH KINGSTOWN SO I CAN GET SOME FROM KATIES'S COUSIN ERIK'S FRIEND. PLUS THERE'S SOMETHING IN STORE FOR YOU. OKAY. LOVE YOU BEAUTIFUL! SEE YOU TONIGHT! HURRY!!!!!"

now, with no one else expected home until 11, i was quite honestly looking forward to settling in for some mean girls and maybe some best of friends season one. but some is some, and when jon calls, i harken. so i took the fastest shower of my life (because? erik would? be there?) and jetted to katies house where soon, in addition to jon and katie, dan, caroline, joe, alex, nate, and e arrived. (to whom it may concern: j decided e's friend had too much facial hair.) joe, alex and jon got in my car and on the way to wherever the fuck we went we discussed people we thought were hot. we hightailed over to a wicked shady place and parked our cars along the side of the road, then crossed (no streetlights at allllllllllllll), and spent the next 15 minutes bushwhacking our way to a beach whose existence- no offense katie my love- i was seriously beginning to doubt. then, suddenly, there was a clearing, and lo! water!

this sounds so incredibly cheesy, but the moon (which was orange tonight- when caroline pointed it out we all originaly though she was crazy- i remarked that i wanted some of whatever she was on--) was reflected on the water and it was so cool because i had no fricken idea where i was. until i looked to the right, and there was the jamestown bridge all lit up in its glory.

we came across some sketchy mexican fisherman, so headed right. dan, our boy scout of the group, lit the bonfire and we all huddled into a semicircle (so no one was in the gross smoke) and shared blankets and rubbed toes and jumped at small noises. alex chain smoked these herbal cigarettes that i believe are actually overpriced aregano, but they smelled sooooo good. jon had one and remarked that it smelled like a spice rack in his head.

dan busted out the acoustic, and joe said something like "god, when i first heard you, i was like shit this kid has no rhythm." it was hilarious to see joe in such a state because christ! it's joe! dan showed us all how far he's come, and erik juggled between three harmonicas. the only other harmonica player i know is james w., who, if you will all recall, is extremely Hot. ergo, anyone i meet henceforth in my lifetime that plays the harmonica automatically becomes hot. thus, erik owes james a big ol' thanks.

once the fiya was dying down, i decided i should really get going because no one knew where i was. erik walked me back to the car (i estimate the distance at about a mile maybe?) tripping half the way (there were a lot more rocks that i had recalled) we supported each other the rest. dont ask me how between me with my 0 sense of direction and he in his condition found our way back but we miraculously did. (i probably should have been dropping bread crumbs so he could find his way back to the group afterwards.) he had heard about my yale aspirations and told me hes hoping to go there too (he's so in- his rich grandparents both went there.) we talked the moses brown (his school) soccer team, and phish in coventry, and whether or not we were supposed to have taken the left way back there 10 minutes ago. he was surprised i remembered the first three digits of his phone number that he whispered in my ear about a month or so ago now. i was surprised when he wanted all seven of mine.