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Well, here’s a summary of the two months or so. Um, well, Thanksgiving was awesome. Chris and I went down to Oregon again and saw my biological family. It was at my aunt Terri’s house and it was a lot of fun. Everyone was so happy to see me! It felt like I was coming home, even though I didn’t know a few of the people. Oh, and we even went to go see Kyle on the way down. More on him later.
Finals were in December. They went ok. My voice jury went really well and my piano jury was pretty good too. I don’t think I did spectacularly on any of my finals, but I didn’t fail either.
I stayed with Valerie while the dorms were closed. I still drove down here for work and all though. Anyway, Christmas was also really great; got lots of gift cards and spent quality time with my family and Chris’s family.
Ok, so here’s the real reason for this. Valerie and I went down to see our good friend Kyle Ward about two weeks ago.. He lives in Vancouver; the Washington one, not the Canadian one. Ok, so keep in mind as I tell this story, that Chris is INSANELY jealous of Kyle. I can’t figure out why. It’s only Kyle. Well, and my other friend named Kyle, go figure. But he’s not generally a jealous guy. Oh, and for those of you who don’t know who Kyle is, he wrote music and steps for ITG with Chris. That’s how I know him: through Chris, which makes it even funnier that he’s so jealous. Anyway, his music is awesome and independent from the game, so if you’ve never heard it, check it out: www.myspace.com/kwmusic
Ok, before we talk about anything, I just have to tell you that Kyle’s Christmas tree is really wimpy. It’s like 4 feet tall and it changes colours, but it’s so small! It looks like it should be a table decoration, not the main dish. We laughed at him. A lot.
So we got there around 3 or so on Tuesday and had a hell time deciding what we were going to do with ourselves. Finally, Kyle sucked it up and decided that we would visit his “home-away-from-home” aka the arcade down the street. Unfortunately, it doesn’t have an ITG machine, so we were stuck playing DDR “Stupid-Nova”. I hate that game. I just hate it. Don’t get me started. Anyway, everyone at that arcade knows Kyle cuz he goes there all the time to play and show off and stuff. And the little kids are just in awe of him. When him and Val were playing a set, a little kid looks at me with wide eyes and goes, “That guy’s a robot! He never misses any!” It was really cute.
So we played that for a while, got all nice and sweaty and headed back to Kyle’s. He took a quick shower and then we all sat around for a while trying to decide where to go to dinner. Valerie finally put her foot down and said we were going to Izzy’s, a little pizza place that Kyle used to love, but hadn’t been in a long time.
It was pretty good. He said that it wasn’t as good as he remembered, but I liked it. They had yummy cheese bread. Oh, and Kyle’s a big fat liar. He only lies in good fun, but he’s still a big fat liar. Don’t believe anything he says; it’s probably a lie. So, we were eating dessert, and I swear, I was just eating an ice cream cone. But no. Kyle didn’t see eye to eye with me. But you can ask Valerie: I was just eating an ice cream cone.
As we were leaving the restaurant, we had a discussion about the huge windstorm the past week. We decided that if there happened to be another huge windstorm that night in Vancouver, we would have to huddle together for warmth. It would be tough, but we’d have to make that sacrifice for the greater good.
Once we were back at his place, we ran into the oh-so-familiar dilemma of what to do next. I wanted to call Chris before he went to bed so the three of us laid on Kyle’s bed and had a group conversation. While we were talking, Kyle called Valerie a prostitute. He said that was all their time together meant to him. See the liar thing? Anyway, I don’t think Chris was too keen on the thought of the three of us in bed together. Well, shortly after we hung up, Kyle forced himself on top of Valerie, not realizing how close to the edge she was. That was a fun avalanche. Kyle cracked his whole left side on his dresser and Valerie smashed her left side onto the bed frame.
After they recovered, we were still stuck with what to do next. So we decided to watch a movie, which in itself, created another problem: which movie? After about 45 minutes of debating, Kyle finally decided that we should watch The Thomas Crown Affair since I had never seen it before. About half an hour into the movie, you’ll never guess what happened. Yeah, the gorram power went out! It was really eerie. So, as per our agreement, there was a lot of huddling. And a whole lot of pillow fighting. Oh, and we listened to Dane Cook on my laptop. What a great combination: no power, pillow fights, and Dane Cook. Yes.
The power was only out for about half an hour so we did get to finish the movie. And, I don’t know where he got the notion, but somehow Kyle became convinced that I was sleeping through the movie. Thus ensued much throwing of pillows at heads. I don’t know what it is about this boy, but he just can’t let anything go! Sleeping, muffins (ask Valerie), I just can’t figure it out! So about every 10 minutes, Kyle would chuck a pillow at my head, convinced that I needed waking up so I wouldn’t miss the movie. Don’t worry, I let him know that it wasn’t necessary by throwing the pillow back at his head. After while, just to check you know, I would just throw the pillow at him to make sure that he wasn’t the one sleeping. Insert lots of pillow fighting and lovely rug burns.
So the movie finished, and since it was only about midnight, we decided to watch another movie. But which one? We picked Groundhog Day since Val hadn’t seen that one. Once again, there was the usual, “Tina, stop sleeping!” from Kyle, followed by a pillow to my head and about three more pillows to his.
So when the movie was done, at about 2 AM, Kyle got the uncontrollable urge to vacuum his living room. “It was dirty,” he said. This is the point where we pray that he’s just delirious from exhaustion and that he doesn’t make that his usual habit. Val and I just stood back and watched the master at work.
After the room was clean to his satisfaction, we decided that it was time to go to bed. Since Kyle was holding all the couch pillows hostage, I decided that to go to bed, I would need one of his pillows. So I ran into his room and grabbed his really big body pillow, which turned out to spark a huge confrontation. I took it and ran into the guest bedroom where I got tackled into the bed by Kyle. Apparently, that pillow is his favourite and he’s named it Bertha (j/k, guys, he was just kidding, I hope). He tried to make me give it back by telling us horror stories of what that pillow has been through. I don’t even want to know. Really. Despite what this pillow had “been through”, we weren’t about to give it back that easily. We decided that if we didn’t know what he had done to the pillow, it wouldn’t bother us. Ignorance is bliss, eh?
So, as I was struggling to keep Bertha, I remembered a funny little thing about the bed in Kyle’s guest bedroom from when Chris and I were down there. It’s very comfortable and all, but it rolls in toward the middle. If you’re sleeping alone, that’s just peachy, since you sleep in the middle. But with two people, you end up on top of each other. Now, I love Valerie, but I don’t want to sleep on top of her. That would be a bit weird. Solution? Camp out in the living room! Kyle’s big pillow was definitely big enough for three of us to sleep on. So Val and I grabbed some blankets and headed back to the living room and laid down.
But these arrangements apparently weren’t good enough for Kyle. We laid in peace for a minute or two and then Kyle kindly informed us that he would be “disturbing the peace in two minutes.” True to his word, he even counted down for us, he tried to get up and throw some more pillows at me. He was mildly hampered by Valerie hanging on his arm.
When we finally got him settled down again, he gave us another 30 second warning before he ruined things again. This time he was mostly trying to get the pillow back. But he failed miserably. Another hour-long pillow fight commenced before Kyle tried to get us into bed again. This time for real. He was trying to convince us both to sleep in the guest bed, so first he coaxed Valerie into the bed, then carried me over. Too bad we both just got right back up. He gave on the idea of us sleeping together, so instead he took Valerie to bed and let me sleep on the couch.
We were all up by about 10.30. At one point, I made a heart with my hands at Valerie and she made one back and Kyle broke it! She makes hers upside down, but regardless, it was still her heart and he broke it! More than once! She was very upset. In fact, she was heart-broken.
We decided to go to breakfast at IHOP for some pancakes. Near the end of breakfast, he fondled my pancake again and again and then poured salt on it. I felt violated.
We spent our last few hours together getting revenge for all the pillow face-shots that he had dished out the night before. There was a lot of tickling of the Kyle going on. When Valerie finally had him pinned down, his phone rang. It was his mother. We had to let him talk to her. He was saved by his mother calling. How cute. Anyway, the rest of the trip was pretty much uneventful, except for the part where Kyle groped Valerie. Actually, a more appropriate word would be “fondle,” I think. And then, to try to make light of it, he compared her boob to his Christmas tree. Very flattering.
So that was about it. Oh, and I got Valerie these awesome slippers for Christmas:
And Kyle just had to try to shove his big feet in them. According to Valerie: “Kyle put on my slippers and was proud of how they looked. Maybe not on him…but in general.” So that was our fun time.
frodo_baggins05 · Tue Jan 09, 2007 @ 08:32pm · 0 Comments |
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