Wow! — That stands for What-O-Weekend!

I invite a girl to come keep me company over here on Friday. Her name’s Michele. I took her to Tom’s birthday/halloween party. Michele turns out to be very outgoing and a wacky girl in general. So much so, it’s intimidating and I barely talk the entire time. I’ve chatted with her for a number of months and she lives up above Trenton.

So we were at the party for a couple hours and then went and rented a few movies, came back here and watched them. Stayed up until 7am watching them and then she went home. Simple as that. Nothing happened. It was just nice.

She invited me to her sister’s halloween party on Saturday night. We’d stay over there and help her sister the next day…. help her with *what*, I didn’t know.

So that afternoon I went and made my way to her town (About an hour and a half away). From there, we leave to her sister’s new apartment………. IN BROOKLYN.

I was so freaked out. I mean, I’ve even been in the state, let alone the city! And I don’t have the greatest impression of Brooklyn either, but I felt this is something I really should do.

We got lost.

At least an hour and a half of going back and forth in the Brooklyn area. We had to pee so bad we kept trying to get off the highway to find a place to go. We ended up on another highway and finally into an area where we saw a few gas stations and Burger King. The gas stations wouldn’t let us and the Burger King was closed. By this time we were in pain so badly we couldn’t walk upright. This was the peak of the night because it was our last hope. We couldn’t talk, walk, or think straight because we were both in so much pain. And yet we still had to find our way back to the first highway to get back on the second one. Finally we reached a bridge that we knew we had to go over (there are so many of them!) and the traffic was horrendous. So we decided to pull over on the shoulder of the bridge (there was plenty of shoulder room and the traffic was going so slowly) and we yanked out this big ol’ Gatorade bottle. You can use your imagination from there. But I must add that SHE was not as lucky with the bottle as I was. She only got a slight relief. But we had to continue on.

Over the bridge we went and *gasp*

“Wow…. The Statue of Liberty…. look over there…. *sigh*”

Magnificent.

Ok, we’re only a couple miles from the apartment. We’re finally on the right roads. Ok. Ok. Ok.

We made it. We’re here.

(Hacidic Jews running all over the place like rats in a sewer… very scary, to me, never seeing one before)

Here we are! Hello everyone!

We plop down on the couch and 2am hits… people still showing up. We were not going to get to go to bed as we had hoped. (the plan was to stay overnight)

So her sister says she can drive us to their old apartment a couple blocks away. We could crash there and they’d get us the next morning. Then we’d help them move the rest of the stuff over.

What?! We were going to help them move! But… I have cat’s to feed! I have a grandmother who I said I’d visit today!

So that’s just what we did. We didn’t get to leave there until 7pm or something.

That’s right… trapped in Brooklyn all day. I kept waiting for The Beastie Boys to show up. Seriously! I’m just that weird!

I make it back to my apartment, here, about 10:30pm. So nice to be home. Ah…. feed the kitties.

Now, I must get ready for work. I am thankful for my health (what little I have of it) and thankful I am alive. Thankful I have a job and thankful that I live in such a quiet little town. Bu wait… I was help-up twice in this crap town… and all I got in Brooklyn was a glare from one of those Hacidic Jews.

They really are scary looking.