Her Name Was Megan And I Almost Killed The Bitch! (Part I)

This last Friday night I was excited because my friend and coworker gave me tickets to Turning Points "An evening with friends" charity event. VML was a sponsor and therefore received eight tickets. I was only allowed two tickets so this made it a little harder to figure out who to invite. I'll spare you the details but my good buddy and genius copy guy Nick Davis attended it with me. The event was being held at the Live block of Power and Light just like the Bloom charity event. I got to the event a little late, low and behold no other VMLer was in attendance. Seriously... we did a lot of creative work for the event and it's a great event to meet other career minded people. Is this the best we can do... two people? I was pretty disappointed because I knew of some other VMLers that would have loved to attended. Now I know why people haven't heard of VML in this town. I love VML so I'm more than happy to carry the load at these events and get our name out there. Back to the evening at hand. Nick and I get in and get our drinks and eat the wonderful food they've provided.

That's when I met her...

I finally ran into my friend Kelli who works for Turning Point. Kelli was with her husband and another girl. She introduced me to her friend named Megan. Megan and I chatted for a little bit. Needless to say I was happy to make a new friend. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. As Nick and I rubbed elbows with snobs and entertained ourselves with the decorations surrounding us–apparently Megan was drinking a lot. We met back up with Kelli and her group as the event was winding down and Drew 6 was finishing the last couple of songs on their playlist. Megan was showing signs of feeling her buzz and as she grabbed me and forced me to dance with her I was willing to entertain. Megan needed to go to the restroom which was clear across the courtyard and in doing so grabbed my hand and had me walk with her there. On our way there I could see that her walking was getting worse and worse. She was in the bathroom for quite a while but i waited for her until she finished. We were heading back to the stage when I noticed the event had just finished. People were starting to move in that didn't have tickets. I wanted to get Megan back to Kelli because at that moment I got a text from a bunch of my friends wanting me to come meet up with them at the plaza.

Here's where shit got real... (To be continued)

Here's a picture of me and my what I thought was my new found friend.

More Good Reads To Come!

Okay, so I'm really excited because I've written some good posts including a two parter about me losing my virginity. Trust me when i say that it was not the fantasy every teenage boy imagines. Also, I had a wonderfully terrible Friday night that I can't wait to write about. That post will include a cute drunk blonde tackling me in the mud and kissing me on my neck right after she vomited all over the place. Also, I was in the midst of calling yellow cab at the time. It was a gross ordeal all the way around. All Dick Navis could do was laugh at the situation we had gotten into to. Lots to come but unfortunately I have to clean house and then I'm off to the Wizards game. I leave you with another great poem. I saw so many wealthy and seemingly happy people last night at a charity event but somehow I noticed that maybe all those wealthy people weren't as happy as they appeared.

RICHARD CORY

by: Edwin Arlington Robinson (1869–1935)

Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.

And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
“Good-morning,” and he glittered when he walked.

And he was rich,—yes, richer than a king,—
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.

So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.

Bang Bang

Soooooooooooooooo... I'm pretty sure i just heard gunshots outside. They kinda freaked me out.

Society by Eddie Vedder

It's a mistery to me
we have a greed
with which we have agreed

You think you have to want
more than you need
until you have it all you won't be free

society, you're a crazy breed
I hope you're not lonely without me

When you want more than you have
you think you need
and when you think more than you want
your thoughts begin to bleed

I think I need to find a bigger place
'cos when you have more than you think
you need more space

society, you're a crazy breed
I hope you're not lonely without me
society, crazy and deep
I hope you're not lonely without me

there's those thinking more or less less is more
but if less is more how you're keeping score?
Means for every point you make
your level drops
kinda like its starting from the top
you can't do that...

society, you're a crazy breed
I hope you're not lonely without me
society, crazy and deep
I hope you're not lonely without me

society, have mercy on me
I hope you're not angry if I disagree
society, crazy and deep
I hope you're not lonely without me

Does She Like Me?

She's way to smart for me my mom says, it was a joke but it still cuts like a knife. And she's right! What would a full ride scholar to Purdue with a degree in Neuroscience want with me? She's way out of my league right? She won a two year job at one of the most prestigious medical research facilities in the country. That's really fucking impressive right? I come from a long genetic line of crazy. She's from good stock, the kind that has a mom in the Kansas legislature and a father who does stellar photography. Why did she even talk to me? What could this amazingly beautiful and extremely sharp girl want from me? I've been beating myself up about this for the past couple of days and really the only thing that scares me is... what if she feels the same way I do. What if she doesn't like me.

Her eyes are the largest deepest pools of green you've ever seen and they mesmerize me.

We've been on a couple of dates and our interests are very similar. The attraction seems to be there as well. There just seems to be some impending doom that feels like... maybe I got in over my head. I've never dated someone like this before and it shatters my mind into a million scenarios. What the hell do I do? I think the only thing I can do is shut my brain off and enjoy her company. She intimidates me in ways I've never been intimidated by someone before and that fascinates me. I'm so nervous. What if she doesn't like me?

She makes me laugh, she makes me feel.

What if?

Life's Little Lessons

It started to bleed. I immediately put my finger in my mouth. I could taste the salty sweet liquid as I tried to warm the wound with my spit. It discomforted me that I could feel my life pulsing through the smallest of appendages. I quickly ran over to the brown sink. The sink looked like it had seen a better time, like teethe that over the years of neglect start to yellow. The sink was sitting there like a catcher, mitt in hand, ready for me to deliver my red essence into it. I grabbed at some paper towels only to have them rip into pieces because the turning mechanism wouldn't rotate. I poured water onto the wound that was still throbbing. Strawberry swirls spun and danced around the tarnished bowl. Finally, I was able to grab a good chunk of the course paper and wrap my wounded finger in it. It took me two minutes to get the bleeding to stop. I politely asked the gentleman at the front desk of the YMCA if he could provide me a band aid. He delivered the flesh toned piece of tape, smiled, and continued on his journey of tackling a small pile of paperwork.

How had I come to this point? Easy... by sheer act of blindness. I was lazily getting ready for work at my local gym. I had just showered and like always stood underneath the hand dryers, not because I need to dry off that way but because it feels good when that warm air hits the top of your head and flows down to your toes. That's neither here nor there, just thought my readers should know. I had put on my black boxer briefs, jeans, and shirt. I needed my cologne so I reached into the smaller pocket of my bag and that's when it happened. My reflexes were immediate. The middle finger on my right hand was sliced down the middle. The cut ran through the finger and nail from the top to three fourths of the way down. I had cut open my finger and nail on a shaving razor and it hurt.

As the days passed I seemed to go through a lot of band aids. I sometimes had to go without band aids and that was terrible. Every time I reached into my pocket I would hit the severed nail and it would slowly peel back causing the most horrendous pain. I couldn't bowl one night because it was too uncomfortable. It was painful and because the injury was located on the most widely used finger—a constant reminder that it was there. That happened the same week as she came into and out of my life. I find it eerie how two such different encounters could parallel each other so well. A wound no matter how big or small is still a wound. I reached out for something blindly before I weighed the consequences. After the wound was made I felt rushed and panicked always trying to bandage something that was just too out of control. The injury stayed for awhile and would find ways to open itself again. Now... my finger is fine, it has a scar but it no longer feels the pain. I placed the razors in another pocket, they are sharp and cunning.

The Book Signing With David Sedaris That Never Happened

Mr. Nick Davis and I arrived to the book signing in absolute awe of the line that had formed for it. Rainy Day books was no match for the five hundred or so tickets sold. We parked behind a medical facility in hopes that we wouldn't get towed. The fear was written across our faces as we looked back at the car a dozen or so times as we walked to the book store. We stood out in the parking lot in the massive line before they dispersed the casual signing line. Cartons of lemonade were perched on tables next to plastic cups filled with the glucose rich syrup. I couldn't help but notice a cute girl walk into the crowd, as she slowly wandered I kept looking around to see if anyone was with her. Her features immediately reminded me of a younger Angelina Jolie... perhaps Burn from the classic cult hit Hackers. I watched her out of the corner of my eye as she walked up right behind me and stood. At this moment I could I only do one thing. I proceeded to approach her and then made a strange curve towards the lemonade. I'm so smooth that a porcupine would find me prickly. I returned with my lemonade in hand and I slowly sipped it. It was warm and a little too sweet. I noticed the girl made her move towards the lemonade and retreated back into the crowd, this time a little further back. I wanted to go say hi but I was extremely nervous. Also I thought, would she have a boyfriend that might show up and interrupt whatever chemistry might be there. I over-analyze everything so of course there are a million scenarios playing out in my head. Finally, I decided to shut off my brain and I let the black pavement slide me like a chess piece into place. I made a joke about the Paul Newman's finest lemonade and away we went.

The journey was fun and it was nice to laugh and smile with someone so random. We talked for little bit until it was time for the reading. We sat on the hard pavement as the speakers pulsed the humorous written word of Mr. Sedaris. After the reading it was time for the official book signing. We both had a long wait but mine was going to be much longer. The time flew by as we discussed our many interests which happened to be very similar. We talked for hours until she had to go get her book signed. It was already 10:30 p.m. and I hadn't eaten since lunch. This was going to take forever because David Sedaris apparently loves to talk to everyone for a really long time. I kept peeking at my watch and we still had a good couple of hours left to go. I was able to get the girls information so Nick and I decided to split. My definition of the term split is to run back to the car in flip flops while trying not to fall face first into the gritty pavement below. Nick and I finished the night with Joe's pizza. She was on my mind and it felt good to me. It made sense that bars have yet to seem fruitful in distributing such like minded candidates. However, a book signing is a whole different ball game. It might seem obvious to most but it's not easy when you're in my shoes. I didn't get to meet Mr. Sedaris but I feel like I got to meet someone a lot more interesting.

Here is an essay to give you an idea of his writing style if you've never heard of him.