Went to see the fireworks at the raceway last night, Ilene and Laura in the back of my car, hatch lifted up. We'd stopped at the gas station to pick up twizzlers, drinks and food and spoke about wine coolers. The crap I drank Friday night was just that: crap. Well, when compared to wine coolers. Then we headed off to Dunkin Donuts where I bought myself an everything bagel (*drül* with me people*) with cream cheese.It's a traditional thing, to go see these fireworks. The raceway puts them on annually for the fourth of July and it becomes that one night that everyone and their mother decides to be patriotic enough to park along the side of the highway from 11pm or so until midnight. We're guilty of it, too, only due to the expected bloodshed of parking with them, we park by this old abandoned diner and open up the hatch on my car, thus blocking people from parking in back of me.
So it was me and Ilene and Laura in my car, waiting for the fireworks. We'd gotten there at about 10:45pm or so and just sat there. We spoke about people, things, nouns, and then it turned to sex.
Do guys realize how sexually charged women can be? Cause we are. I'm obsessed. Laura and Ilene are just as obsessed. What struck me as funny is that Laura thought I'd had sex before. So, when I tell her "No, but I've been extremely close," it turns into a discussion about how far I went with my last serious boyfriend, Dave. Then we talk about Laura and her boyfriend, Peter and Ilene and the series of boys she's considering at the moment.
It's all about sex. Sitting in the back of my car, I felt like we were 3, 16 year old boys by the way we were talking.
When the fireworks were 90% done, we packed it up and drove to Wal*mart to walk around and shop for a while. Laura, thank you, helped me buy Baseketball, and they carded me for that. I couldn't believe that. I bought a three pack of Trojans lubricated condoms at the same hour of night a week ago and afterwards, I just paid and walked out. They didn't fucking card me. But last night, they asked for my ID and of course, it's all the way out in the parking lot in my car.
After the cashier held my movie, the three of us went back to my car to get it and I noticed that the door was unlocked on Ilene's side. So, while I checked to see that everything was in tact, and it was *whew*, I made a quip loud enough for the Hasidic getting into his car to hear about how I'm glad my $5,000 car radio is still there after I ripped it off a Mercedes. He looked at us funny and then drove away.
But I bought the fucking movie. I slammed my license down on the platform and said "I'm 18. Take that!" Then we walked out and I drove them home.
What I find funny is that the number of people that I know in real time that have access to this diary has increased dramatically over the last week. So much so that I'm starting to forget who does and who doesn't know about it.
Time to jet off to Frank. Remind me to hook up an appointment with him for next Monday night, my first night back from orientation. Christ, they start early.
