A Night to [not want to] Remember

I called Scott after five when I was between classes. I knew he said he'd be staying late for work to work on some sort of contract, but I figured there'd be a small chance he'd be able to answer. I wasn't surprised when the unanswered rings led to his voicemail. I left him a brief casual message, not really saying too much, just to call me or text me to let me know what the deal was and I'd call him when I got out of my class. After my english class ended at 6:45PM, I peeked at my phone expecting to see a small image of an envelope so signify some sort of message or a picture of a cassette tape to let me know I have a waiting voice mail.



Strangely, my phone showed no signs of new text messages, missed phone calls, or voicemails waiting. I figured he must've really been working longer than anticipated, or possibly dealing with car troubles. I know he must have been having quite a day after all of these events had popped up on him. I am still convincing myself not to get too worked up about the whole situation. He was the one who asked if I had plans to begin with. I had no preconceived notions of meeting up with him last night. He sprung it up and was the first to suggest a meeting possibly cocktails. Hours and hours passed. I had since came home from school, changing my outfit meticulously and flattening my hair, throwing on a hat, and changing my shoes. I ate tofu again. I received text messages from everyone in my phone book except for "Scott Norfolk." Nicole wanted to know what I was doing. Janel (Ryan's sister) wanted to know if I had plans, and Robert (Ryan's boyfriend) called me to invite me over to watch "30 Days of Night" with him and Ryan. After enough time had passed, it was after nine and I was ready to leave my house. All dressed up and nowhere to go, I called Robert, who I had cancelled on originally and told him I'd be over. I drove up to Newport News. If Scott called, I would drive all the way down to Norfolk, because after all, I have been really excited about this.



Ryan was already back from class by the time I showed up. He let me in when I knocked and walked back to his computer, phone glued to head. He was speaking with his former best friend Chris. Ryan was reading his blog entries out loud. I pulled my laptop out of my bag and started messing around, playing video clips, and keeping myself occupied. Ryan finally got off the phone. Rob came home with his friend Angie and started tinkering in the kitchen. A while later, the two emerged with an enormous bowl of some sort of queso dip and a bag of tortilla chips. I ate a few, and the hot queso was wonderful (not too watery or too thick). Ryan started playing some video game in the other room. He finished his level or whatever and saved the damn thing. We unwrapped the new DVD and popped it in. Ryan sat on the floor, as did I, resting my back against the sofa. Rob and Angie stole the couch. "30 Days of Night"was exciting to say the least. The plot was decent, and there was enough gore to satisfy that side of me that loves a good horror flick. The ending sucked. I was very disappointed. If you ask me, it would have been a great opportunity for a sequal. The ideal plot would be if Evan (Josh Hartnett) went on to be the leader of the Vampires, taking over the next town over the following year. The girlfriend or wife that he was having issues with would then have to help save the town, and in the process, kill Evan to save the town. It would make for great drama and would have been an ending I'd have loved to see. The movie really wasn't that great, and even if there was a sequal, I wouldn't go to see it.



After the movie, I smoked one last cigarette. I gathered my laptop and new W magazine I just got in the mail yesterday (that bitch is huge! It's the biggest issue I've received in a while). I left without giving any hugs. I just told them I'd talk to them later. I drove home in the dark. It was 1AM when I pulled back into my driveway. I was rather disappointed that I missed out on Scott, but I'm sure I'll hear a full blown excuse today, and if not today, hopefully tomorrow. I am not going to call him. He seemed interested enough to begin with, and even if I don't talk to him today, we still have plans for dinner next week when things cool off. I'm still debating on whether I'll call him after my pilates class today when I drive to work in Portsmouth.

I have my fingers crossed, but on this one, I think I'll let him come to me. Good things come to those who wait. I can't wait to see how this one plays out.