Moving On.
I woke up with such a bad hangover from that night of partying. My stomach actually was hurting as I lay in bed. Why did I eat those chicken nuggets? I repeated that thought over and over. I grabbed my hurting stomach and groaned. I eventually chugged down some lemon flavoured water and sat on my computer with a droned out look on my face. My phone starts ringing. “Hello?” I answered.
“We’re coming up to pick up the fridge and freezer.” My Dad says to me.
I groaned some more, “Alright, but the bed stays.”
“You don’t want us to change mattresses?”
“No, I want this one.” I droned.
I don’t think my dad would be able to win this argument so he agrees and hangs up. I get dressed and head downstairs to clean up the freezer. I take the multi-purpose cleaner spray and layer it on the freezer. I take a sponge and scrub it down. There is so much crap on it from the toaster being on top of it for the enter eight months. Some of the stuff is really hard to get off because it’s sticky, but on my knees I put as much force into it as possible until it gives. Yuck. I just take some of the stuff and fling it down to the kitchen floor because I’m pissed off that I’m doing this with a hangover. “Fucking slobs I live with, fucking slobs.” I say out loud. I then move it to the edge of the kitchen ready for pick up and go back upstairs for my fridge. I take everything out of it, yogurt cups, old cheese slices, a half empty bottle of grenadine, mustard, ketchup, and three jars of strawberry jam, some completely empty. I put them all on my desk and lift up the fridge to take out of my room. I knocked my thigh on the door knob on the way out. “Son-a-bitch!” I yelled. I took it downstairs and to the front door. My dad and neighbour rolls up in a truck. I put on my shoes and head outside to greet them. “Got the stuff ready?” He asked, straight to business.
“Yeah fridge is here, freezer is in the kitchen.”
“Ok let’s get the fridge first.”
We both grab from the bottom and then life it into the box in the back of the truck. We then head inside to get the freezer. We struggle for a bit as expected but managed to get it into the truck as well. My dad hands me off some money and tells me to study. They drive off stirring up some dirt and sand on the streets. I cover my eyes and watch them travel over the head on Stewart Street and then go back inside.
Soon after I notice that Rory and Rob are up. Just as hung-over if not worse than I was. Rob apparently dove into a new low by tinkling in his bed. We all got a good laugh about that. “Hey Rob, my dad came and took the freezer, what do you want to do with all your meat?”
“Cook it up!” He said.
“That’s a lot of meat.”
“Yeaaah.” He says with a chuckle.
I sit by my computer to check up on some e-mails and what have you, Rory heads outside with Mitch and Adrian. I join them on the shaded porch. We tried to estimate when the sun will actually hit us but get fed up after 20 minutes and move our chairs out in the sun on our lawn. We sit and talk for a while and Rob goes up to the neighbours to see if we can borrow their BBQ for all the meat that we need to cook up. They agree and so they set up the BBQ just in front of the porch. I head upstairs for a little bit to make a few phone calls and to chat online. I go back downstairs later and they already have some bacon ready to eat. I take a one in between my index finger and thumb and eat it. So very good. He starts cooking up a couple steaks too, and a sausage with the bacon. Rob starts marinating some chicken in sauce. “This is just Meat Fest 2006” Rory says.
“I’ll go make up some CDs for some tunes, be right back.” I said.
And so I went back upstairs and make a couple CDs with my selection of music. I head back downstairs and missed the first batch of peameal bacon. “Dammit, where’s all the peameal?” I asked.
“Sorry dude all gone, there is a second batch coming though.”
I grunt in response. I pop on one of my CDs which has some Soundclash and Godsmack.
We talk and eat some of the meat on the BBQ, watch as the neighbours start to move away back home. They come over to talk here and there and wish they could party with us. The steaks are finally done and I cut up a few pieces and eat it… so very good, full of flavour. After all the meat is cook up Rory says that we should get some beers, the cheap kind that only cost 26 dollars for a 2-4. So we round up everyone in the house and collect $10 dollars per person and Adam heads out with Scott to go get some Lakeport Honey Lager. He finally returns and Adam wants to put the beers in the freezer. “Fuck that!” I said. “We’re drinking them as is.” Everyone agreed with that notion and we dipped into the first 2-4 to start drinking. The beer is actually pretty nice for being of the cheap selection. We are all there, sitting around in a circle, beer in hand, waving at the cars driving by as if we knew them for the longest time. In the distance we can see the crazy lady who sits outside all day. We are all wearing tank tops and wife beaters and soaking in the sun. The tailgate of the truck is down with the leftovers of the meat on baking sheets, flies buzzing around and landing on the odd piece of meat.
I went inside to make another CD. I came back out and Tammy, Tim and some other guy was out there too. I sat near Tammy to chat for a bit and talk about old times. After awhile I went to use the washroom, I came back outside and Adam is sitting in my chair, my beer is still right beside it. I know how he is though, he wants to try and get with Tammy, even though she’s out of his league, he thinks he’s Gods gift to women. “Adam man, you’re in my seat.”
“Go fucking sit somewhere else man.”
Man, how disrespectful is that?
I pick up my beer and tell him that it was my seat, my beer is right here but he doesn’t move. I start to kick him in the shins and bug him laughing the whole time. Rob eggs me on to keep doing it and he laughs too. Adam grabs one of my feet and flings it up and I fall back nearly hitting the back of my head on the pavement. I sprung up and got right in his face with my fists clenched. I stared him down. “Go ahead, hit me.” He said. “Go on hit me.” And he stuck out his chin a bit. I remained still staring into him with rage. He looked up at me for a bit and then looked down. Nobody was saying anything.
“Got to love beer.” Rory said with a laugh.
After ten minutes of staring I picked up my hat and looked at Rob who was shocked at what was happening. I snorted up in my mouth and turned back and spat on Adam.
“That’s not cool.” Mira said.
My eyes didn’t leave Adam afterwards hoping he’d get up and try to attack me. He doesn’t so I just go inside to get another beer. I feel kinda bad for ruining the party but it’s all about perspective, he had no right to do that to me, it’s putting my life at risk and I really wasn’t doing anything to him that showed any danger. I wanted to smash in his face so badly, so badly, but the difference between me and him, is that I have way too much self-respect than to cause harm to a friend.
I go upstairs and pass out for a bit, not really fully asleep but getting to that point. Adam comes up to my room to talk. He apologizes and I tell him it’s cool just so he’ll leave. I drink some water and fall asleep.
Ok Part 2 will be added later.
“We’re coming up to pick up the fridge and freezer.” My Dad says to me.
I groaned some more, “Alright, but the bed stays.”
“You don’t want us to change mattresses?”
“No, I want this one.” I droned.
I don’t think my dad would be able to win this argument so he agrees and hangs up. I get dressed and head downstairs to clean up the freezer. I take the multi-purpose cleaner spray and layer it on the freezer. I take a sponge and scrub it down. There is so much crap on it from the toaster being on top of it for the enter eight months. Some of the stuff is really hard to get off because it’s sticky, but on my knees I put as much force into it as possible until it gives. Yuck. I just take some of the stuff and fling it down to the kitchen floor because I’m pissed off that I’m doing this with a hangover. “Fucking slobs I live with, fucking slobs.” I say out loud. I then move it to the edge of the kitchen ready for pick up and go back upstairs for my fridge. I take everything out of it, yogurt cups, old cheese slices, a half empty bottle of grenadine, mustard, ketchup, and three jars of strawberry jam, some completely empty. I put them all on my desk and lift up the fridge to take out of my room. I knocked my thigh on the door knob on the way out. “Son-a-bitch!” I yelled. I took it downstairs and to the front door. My dad and neighbour rolls up in a truck. I put on my shoes and head outside to greet them. “Got the stuff ready?” He asked, straight to business.
“Yeah fridge is here, freezer is in the kitchen.”
“Ok let’s get the fridge first.”
We both grab from the bottom and then life it into the box in the back of the truck. We then head inside to get the freezer. We struggle for a bit as expected but managed to get it into the truck as well. My dad hands me off some money and tells me to study. They drive off stirring up some dirt and sand on the streets. I cover my eyes and watch them travel over the head on Stewart Street and then go back inside.
Soon after I notice that Rory and Rob are up. Just as hung-over if not worse than I was. Rob apparently dove into a new low by tinkling in his bed. We all got a good laugh about that. “Hey Rob, my dad came and took the freezer, what do you want to do with all your meat?”
“Cook it up!” He said.
“That’s a lot of meat.”
“Yeaaah.” He says with a chuckle.
I sit by my computer to check up on some e-mails and what have you, Rory heads outside with Mitch and Adrian. I join them on the shaded porch. We tried to estimate when the sun will actually hit us but get fed up after 20 minutes and move our chairs out in the sun on our lawn. We sit and talk for a while and Rob goes up to the neighbours to see if we can borrow their BBQ for all the meat that we need to cook up. They agree and so they set up the BBQ just in front of the porch. I head upstairs for a little bit to make a few phone calls and to chat online. I go back downstairs later and they already have some bacon ready to eat. I take a one in between my index finger and thumb and eat it. So very good. He starts cooking up a couple steaks too, and a sausage with the bacon. Rob starts marinating some chicken in sauce. “This is just Meat Fest 2006” Rory says.
“I’ll go make up some CDs for some tunes, be right back.” I said.
And so I went back upstairs and make a couple CDs with my selection of music. I head back downstairs and missed the first batch of peameal bacon. “Dammit, where’s all the peameal?” I asked.
“Sorry dude all gone, there is a second batch coming though.”
I grunt in response. I pop on one of my CDs which has some Soundclash and Godsmack.
We talk and eat some of the meat on the BBQ, watch as the neighbours start to move away back home. They come over to talk here and there and wish they could party with us. The steaks are finally done and I cut up a few pieces and eat it… so very good, full of flavour. After all the meat is cook up Rory says that we should get some beers, the cheap kind that only cost 26 dollars for a 2-4. So we round up everyone in the house and collect $10 dollars per person and Adam heads out with Scott to go get some Lakeport Honey Lager. He finally returns and Adam wants to put the beers in the freezer. “Fuck that!” I said. “We’re drinking them as is.” Everyone agreed with that notion and we dipped into the first 2-4 to start drinking. The beer is actually pretty nice for being of the cheap selection. We are all there, sitting around in a circle, beer in hand, waving at the cars driving by as if we knew them for the longest time. In the distance we can see the crazy lady who sits outside all day. We are all wearing tank tops and wife beaters and soaking in the sun. The tailgate of the truck is down with the leftovers of the meat on baking sheets, flies buzzing around and landing on the odd piece of meat.
I went inside to make another CD. I came back out and Tammy, Tim and some other guy was out there too. I sat near Tammy to chat for a bit and talk about old times. After awhile I went to use the washroom, I came back outside and Adam is sitting in my chair, my beer is still right beside it. I know how he is though, he wants to try and get with Tammy, even though she’s out of his league, he thinks he’s Gods gift to women. “Adam man, you’re in my seat.”
“Go fucking sit somewhere else man.”
Man, how disrespectful is that?
I pick up my beer and tell him that it was my seat, my beer is right here but he doesn’t move. I start to kick him in the shins and bug him laughing the whole time. Rob eggs me on to keep doing it and he laughs too. Adam grabs one of my feet and flings it up and I fall back nearly hitting the back of my head on the pavement. I sprung up and got right in his face with my fists clenched. I stared him down. “Go ahead, hit me.” He said. “Go on hit me.” And he stuck out his chin a bit. I remained still staring into him with rage. He looked up at me for a bit and then looked down. Nobody was saying anything.
“Got to love beer.” Rory said with a laugh.
After ten minutes of staring I picked up my hat and looked at Rob who was shocked at what was happening. I snorted up in my mouth and turned back and spat on Adam.
“That’s not cool.” Mira said.
My eyes didn’t leave Adam afterwards hoping he’d get up and try to attack me. He doesn’t so I just go inside to get another beer. I feel kinda bad for ruining the party but it’s all about perspective, he had no right to do that to me, it’s putting my life at risk and I really wasn’t doing anything to him that showed any danger. I wanted to smash in his face so badly, so badly, but the difference between me and him, is that I have way too much self-respect than to cause harm to a friend.
I go upstairs and pass out for a bit, not really fully asleep but getting to that point. Adam comes up to my room to talk. He apologizes and I tell him it’s cool just so he’ll leave. I drink some water and fall asleep.
Ok Part 2 will be added later.
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