Saturday, September 6th, 2008
I woke up about 7:30 this morning, fell out of bed and into my car, rolled the windows down turned up some Belle & Sebastian and let the beautiful day slap me in the face. There’s no feeling quite like driving around in your pjs on what feels like a fall day. That 15 minute drive from the guys’ place made me feel like my life was perfect.
Even though it’s not. I just found out today that I won’t have electricity for 3 weeks. That’s 21 days. 21 days without air condition. Thanks Hurricane Gustav. Thanks for knocking that 80 foot oak tree onto my power line. At least you spared the pine tree and left something for Ike to knock over when he comes through. Grant it, no hurricane goes by without interesting stories that scream Cheeky Cherry worthy. Since I’ve been away for a few days, and who knows when I’ll have electricity to write again, I’ll compress my stories into one post.
H.D.D.
No I didn’t mean to say A.D.D. and no, it doesn’t stand for an S.T.D. H.D.D means Hurricane Drunk Dialer. The guy from the post “Red Head, Blue Ray” just doesn’t give up on little Harry Potter. The night of the hurricane I was sitting at Weezie’s brother’s apt in the dark, playing taboo, probably smelling of nothing too nice since the a/c went out hours earlier…aside from the fact that I had to help cut a tree down so I could move my car. I digress…
We were playing Taboo and my phone rings. I see it’s my red headed friend and answer, happy to know he survived his first real hurricane. The conversation starts of like this:
Me: Heyyyy how are you? Him: Ms. [Cherry], I owe you an apology and we will watch Harry Potter on Blue Ray I promise. The conversation just turned to jibberish after that and I thought to myself- did he just interrupt taburricane to tell me about Harry Potter…for the 90 millionth time. He did. So I pretended like I couldn’t hear what he was saying…and hung up. And he called back-3 more times. And with the messages he left me on those phone calls, I dubbed the term Hurricane Drunk Dialer.
Like Dylan in the Movie
“Pure easy listening, settle down; On the pillow soft when they’ve all gone home; You can concentrate on the ones you love; You can concentrate, hey, now they’ve gone; But if they follow you; Don’t look back; Like Dylan in the movies” [B&S]
A few months back I was getting out of the remnants of a relationship and wasn’t quite ready to date yet. Just the mention of the word “date” freaked me out. But hanging out with a guy was quite alright. Dylan entered the picture. I had a great time “hanging out” with him. He was/is one of the most interesting and diverse people I know. I did, however, get even more freaked out about the idea of dating when he kept saying he wanted to meet my family…though I know he was only doing it out of nervousness and to make conversation.
My own nervousness made me use poor judgement. I stopped returning his calls and answering his text messages. I refused to start liking another guy so soon.
Fast forward to about a week ago. I saw him for the first time since we went on the really rad “hang out” date. I hugged him; the only word I got out of my mouth was “hi” before he went on doing what he had to do. His name came up several times while I ate dinner with my bro. I found myself looking around for him totally disregarding what my brother was saying. (Yes I’m a horrible sister). I haven’t been able to stop thinking about him since.
Hurricane hits. No electricity. We texted through the storm. His electricity came back on and he invited a house full of people to stay with him. Southern hospitality. Gotta love that in a guy. I went to his place and that’s where I’ve been for the past three days. I could have sworn he said he liked to cuddle, but no such luck. He’s a big texter like myself. My text sound went off a few times on my drive down to NOLA. Each time I would look at my phone with high hopes, but they just got drug down. Not him.
I wish I had sped up my ‘getting over the remnants’ stage. Because now I just want to stick him in my pocket and take him home to show my whole family. Like a rad souveneir, but way cooler.
