Lucky Dress

On my way home from Alaska I stopped in Denver for the wedding of two of my good friends from Hong Kong.  I got in on a Friday and the wedding wasn't until Sunday, so I met up with the wedding party and a slew of out of town guests at a bar downtown.  I was chatting it up with some of the groom's friends, one groomsman in particular.  He asked for my number, and I laughed and said I didn't have an American phone.  Then, he asked for my hotel room number.  I laughed again and typed it into his phone as a joke.  He also ended up facebook friending me before I made a hasty exit with the bride to be and her sister.

The next night, I was doing a bit of interneting from my hotel room, when the groomsman stated messaging me.  It got flirty and he asked if he should come over to my hotel room.  I straight up asked him if he was trying to bang me.  He said yes, and pointed out that I had given him my room number.  I said it was given jokingly, and it's not like I gave him a key to my room.  See, I'm not always trying to sleep around.  He apologized, and said we should hang out tomorrow at the wedding.

Since I was coming straight from Alaska I mostly had hiking clothes, so nothing really summer wedding appropriate.  I did a dash in shop to a Nordstrom Rack and found a cheap unflattering ten dollar dress, perfect.  I didn't get shoes, because I wouldn't have been able to get them to fit in any of my bags, so I just wore flip flops.  I go to the wedding and it is very nice, a short and sweet and funny ceremony followed by lots of booze and dancing.  The groomsman finds me and apologizes again for the previous night's assumption.  I tell him not to worry about it, and that its flattering.

We end up dancing and chatting for a fair portion of the evening, and then he suggests we get some air.  So we go outside, then, he leads me to this room in the venue where the groom's side of the party was hanging out before the wedding, it was basically a man cave with leather couches and a billiards table.  We obviously start making out, things get heated and he's going for it.  This other random guy walks into the room and goes into the bathroom.  I know I should stop, but I'm freaking out because I'm moving back to Missouri for a year, and I'm sure I'm not going to want to bang anyone there, so I let things progress and ask him if he has a condom.  He has to run out of that room to another to go get one out of his backpack (just realizing now that its kind of weird that he has a backpack at a wedding, right?). Then, the stranger comes out of the bathroom, and I'm just lying there on the couch alone.  He asks what happened to the groomsman, and I say he went to go get a condom...honesty is the best policy, and all that.  The groomsman comes back soon after and cums soon after that, and with that I've had my first one night stand in the states in over a year and a half, also the first american I've slept with in over a year and a half.

Fast forward to a week later.  I'm in my car on my way to a job interview wearing the dress I wore to the wedding with a blazer over it.  It dawns on me that I didn't wash it after the wedding, so I'm wearing a dress I had sex in to an interview without washing it first.  I decide if I don't get called back after the interview the dress is cursed and I will have to throw it away because the groomsman sure isn't trying to call me back.

Fast forward to four days later, I do get a call back, of course it's the job and not the groomsman, but a call back is a call back, so I'm keeping the dress, and trying to stop sleeping with Americans, definitely not sleeping with Missourians though.

The Spike...part two

About a month earlier I'd gone to this bar that was in an old rail car in Denali National Park.  That night I lost my phone, but ended up stealing someone's old man blazer.  This is what happened when we went back there.

Then, I kind of threw a tantrum for Drew calling me out in front of the guy who the blazer belonged to...not that any of us knew who he was because when the incident happened we were far too gone.  So, it was just a crazy coincidence that I happened to be sitting next to the guy.

We got our beers and headed to the back patio, where they keep the hula hoops.  Then, the guy I took the blazer from, whose name is Gentry (could he be more of a hipster?!?) came out and sheepishly asked if I was really going to give it back because he was going to a wedding in August and he needed to wear that blazer, I countered with the fact that I was also going to a wedding in August, and I would need to wear the blazer as well.  Things escalated, there was a push-up contest, some shouting, and apparently we aren't welcomed at that bar anymore...but guess who's keeping the blazer :)  I would feel bad if it weren't for the fact that this hipster told us he makes three times what we make and he just picks up trash.  He can defo treat himself to a new blazer, I on the other hand HAVE to rely on what I can scavenge.