: Let's see, Amanda in one word would be . . . schizophrenic. Yeah, she's a little out of it. I recall an incident involving some artistically molded wine corks: one of a duck, one of grapes. She took the duck one, chipped it at the grape one, and in a semi-whispered voice, said, "
" Then her eyes kinda bugged out. She'll give you something to talk about, definitely.
Once the bus finally arrived (and it happened to be a school version, naturally), all of us somehow found seats in the very back. I'll be damned if I figure out how that one happened, since we got on relatively late. Pete & I sat together, Jody, Meg AND Amanda squeezed onto a single seat (go fig.), and Somehow Riley & Rinoa both got entire seats to themselves (which makes me wonder why those 3 girls were still forcing themselves in that position.
Must be a comfort thing or something . . .). Most of the trip was spent discussing the "old school" (okay, so that was only Pete, Meg & myself), wrestling (okay, so that was only Jody, Meg, & myself), or
attempting to sing old songs. As usual, Rick was being himself, but with his OWN people (team thing, I guess). Of course, when it came to singing, no one knew the words. Oh well, it was still fun.
We reached the theatre about half an hour later. The improv team was backstage getting ready, and most of the rest of the school was off around the local area getting food. We were included in that group. Of course, in a group comprised of Meg, Amanda and Jody, there's a step up from getting food: getting coffee.
We went to Starbucks.
Most of us got mochas. Everyone save Riley (he's a Jones Soda person) and Pete (he's a frappu-whatsit person). Of course, this HAD to be one of those
Mini-Starbucks shops that only has about three tables to sit at! Everyone had a seat in this one corner of the coffee shop, two small tables amongst all of us. Well . . . everyone except Jody. We ran out of chairs. So Pete gets up, goes to the OTHER table across the room, and takes a chair covered in newspapers back over and places it next to his seat. Of course, Jody's a little too proud for the gesture, and continues to stand for a while. Eventually she sits down on the thing and everyone finally starts relaxing. Then again, with this group of people, "relax" isn't really the best word to use . . .
Well, once again we just kinda killed time talking about whatever (again). The friendly insults kinda flew around soon afterwards. Of course, most came from Pete (and I'd have to say the majority of them landed on me), but a couple still landed on Amanda regarding her fluttering "stress-eyes" (
they beat like hummingbird wings). Oh, and there was definitely something tossed at Meg about Teletubbies (she HAS a Poe key chain for cryin' out loud!). After that whole mess, Meg & Amanda went to talking about whatever, Riley was trying to make a scene, Rinoa was just kind of looking into her mocha, and Pete was vocalizing some witty remarks to Jody. With all these things going on, all I really did was get a thought into this or that whenever someone said something suitable (example: someone says "Brittany Spears", I say "
Growth spurt my ass!" and such).
Eventually everyone finished his or her respective drinks, and we headed back to the theatre. At that point, Pete realized he was hungry because he didn't eat anything yet (
gee, how'd he miss that?), so he asked if anyone wanted to accompany him. No one really answered his indirect questioning, so he asked Jody directly. She agreed to it, and they left to find food. I don't know where they went, but soon after, Meg & Amanda left to go somewhere too.
Once it was down to the twins and I (you forgot that Riley & Rinoa were twins, didn't ya? Well, I always used to too . . .), I had to blurt it out. This was bugging me WAAAAY too much.
"
Oh my god!" Riley just looked at me.
"What?"
"Pete. What the hell is he doing?"
"What?!"
"I mean . . . he's got a girlfriend, for cryin' out loud!" I tacked on a pseudo-smile after that. Riley then replied,
"Ern, he's done it before. Nothing happened."
THAT one shut me up. I didn't really know what to say after that. Actually, I didn't really know what to think of it. I STILL don't know what to think of it! So I've got this friend who I've known for most of my life, he once said he had an interest in this OTHER friend of mine, he gets back with his girlfriend, and yet . . . . . what the hell's going on?
After a while we all went walking around the theatre area. We found everyone in one of those café areas with the metal tables; you know what I'm talking about, right? Well, Pete had bought a sandwich and was working at it while ALL the girls (save Rinoa, of course) were there too. Meg & Amanda must've been looking for Jody (they've got one of those
connections, ya know?), I mean,
seeing that they explode if they're away from each other for too long, or something. Well, we wasted even MORE time until it was finally time for the improv competition to start. We took our seats (girls in one row, guys directly behind them,) and watched the magic that is improvised comedy.
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Well I must say our team got screwed. Everyone agreed. The team agreed (obviously), the coach agreed (obviously), just about everyone agreed. Ricky - being the great morale-officer that he is - was going around cheering everyone up. Well . . . okay, so we also all agreed that the winners DID deserve to win . . . . . just that they won by WAAAY too much! But, that didn't faze anyone, we were still going to enjoy this trip back home. So everyone was on the bus (this time Pete sat down next to Jody [go fig.]), and we headed back home. Well, I wouldn't be human if I thought something wrong with some stuff that happened (
give ya three guesses what . . .), but like I've tried to say all those times before; I'm just not gonna let it get to me. I'm just gonna be happy and have fun.
And BOY did we have fun! Everyone was in this absolute "sing-song" mood suddenly, and the words were coming out! We had this one entertaining bloke from the team that knew how to do everything. He's one of those guys that basically exhale leadership with every breath. He knew how to get people up and active. Well, it worked on me . . . he started singing "Stuck in the Middle With You", I did the "
clap, clap-clap" rhythm thing for him. He began crooning "Hooked on a Feeling", and I started dancing like a computer-generated baby in the aisle! It was a fun trip back. But, alas, that had to end as well. The bus had just pulled up to the school.
So everyone called for their respective rides, the improv team was speaking of "next year" (well, some of them, at least), and others were just messing around, still
adrenalized from the ride back. I was listening in to "
Singing Guy's" speech, when I heard snow splatting against the school. Yeah, some rowdy guys were snowballing the building, oh well. Hey, Pete was doing it to . . . oh wait, no. He's not aiming at the school; he's tossing them at Jody! Of course, they're just floaters, just meant to be funny. No one saw it, but I rolled my eyes back from seeing that. Yeah, he's probably just being friendly, but goddamn!
Eventually, Meg's mom drove up to the school, and the "triplets" were leaving. We all said our respective good-byes (mine, of course, being a "see ya later"), and off they went. Shortly after, we took our leave as well. Riley & Rinoa headed off to their house; the rest of us oriented ourselves towards Pete's place. Well, me for a little while, at least. Turns out Rick was sticking around his place for a while. Yeah, Pete invited me in as well, but I was tired, it was late . . . I decided to go home. So they all said "bye", I said "later", and down the dark, slushy sidewalk I went.
I have to say I definitely had a great time today! The show: hilarious. The bus ride: absolutely incredible. So why the heck am I so troubled? This whole Pete-Jody thing can't be it, can it? I mean, I talked to her a lot, and I KNOW she's just trying to get out of this whole crazy "There's Something About Mary" situation she's stuck in since the LAST time (well, at the least, I think that's what's happening . . . . .), and Pete, well . . . he's got a girlfriend, for cryin' out loud! Hmm . . . . . you know what's interesting? This seems to be true for everyone who knows about it, but you notice that whenever you have a REALLY good friend that you've known forever, that you can find faults within them so easily? It's not a great thing, granted, and I hate to think about Pete that way, but . . . geez. So exactly what IS it that's got me so uptight?
I guess I've still got thoughts about . . . . . stuff.
Shoot, I haven't seen Samantha on ICQ in a while. I wouldn't mind talking to her a bit sometime. I'd like to hear what's she's up to, because I'm thinkin' I've got some stuff to get off my chest.
