i'll take my chances on truckstops & stagedives

Oh Meaghan. Here I am like 3 days later, to tell the rest of my weekend which happened.. a week ago. Lordyyyy. I have been working my ass off, as usual, often working both jobs each day... but today, I have the entire evening off and save a few errands that I have to run, I have no plans except to relax :) I'm sitting on my back patio and it's a sunny day, probably around 55 or 60 degrees... it's lovely. I can't wait for you to come visit and spend time here with me. Long Island is.. definitely pretty.

So where was I? The train ride on the second day of NYC....

We didn't really have specific plans this time around and definitely got a later start than we wanted, so when we got to the city again we just spent some time walking around midtown and hanging out, stretching our legs. The weather was great that weekend so we definitely took advantage of it. Eventually we hopped a subway back downtown to Canal Street, which is world famous for selling all kinds of fake shit... fake bags, fake watches, fake glasses, etc etc etc. The guys wanted to get some of that stuff and see Chinatown and such, so do that we did. After a few hours of just wandering around happily aimlessly, we ended up in Little Italy and decided to stop at this ADORABLE restaurant there that has been in business for like 100 years. It was.. needless to say.. a great find. Deliciousssss food, not to mention that I was the only one to order alcohol and guess who got served without getting carded, AGAIN? Granted I did have heels on... but still. I was stoked.

We ended up heading back home at around 9 or 10 because we had to be up early the next day so I could drive the guys to JFK while battling the legendary Long Island Expressway commuter traffic. So we hop a subway back up to Penn and head for the LIRR platform.... all of a sudden, Travis and I glance behind us and Ryan's gone. Huh? So we called him and he's like "I stopped to get some Gatorade, I'll meet you guys at the platform." Okay. We got on the train, which was PACKED, so the 3 of us all had to sit squished next to each other. I sat down first next to the window, Ryan sits down next to me, I glance over at him, and lo and behold... there's a pack of condoms in his hoodie pocket. LOL. I just laughed to myself and opted not to say anything because... well, calling him out on that the night after we hooked up would have been.. probably embarrassing for him. Haha.

So we all just take it easy and chill on the train back home, Ryan had his hand on my leg and my head on his shoulder.. just.. aww. We're all just.. freakin tired but since it's our last night together we of course decide to drink again when we get back my house. But the best part of the train ride was... when we got back to Ronkonkoma (we went out of a different station than the night before because of times), Ryan decided it would be fun to slide down the stairway railing... and he fell.... and the pack of condoms fell out of his pocket. It was all I could do to keep from bursting out laughing, but I kind of maneuvered myself behind Travis so that it wasn't blatantly obvious that I saw. We piled in the car and Travis put on the Academy Is.. and us being the die hard pop punk kids that we are... turned it up to bleedingears level and had a ridiculously loud, heartfelt, emotionally infused singalong. It was just... a beautiful, beautiful drive home. Clear night, windows down in freezing weather but with the heat turned up, I was driving barefoot cause I took my heels off at a red light, and Travis and I were just.. singing to each other at the top of our lungs. It was just.. such a highlight of the weekend and a moment between the two of us that I'll never forget. He's just.. ughhhh Meaghan, I wish I could better describe to you our relationship.. I've been writing about it in my myspace blog a lot lately, and maybe I'll post those entries on here for you to read too...

So when we got home I pulled Trav aside and I was like "Did you see the condoms that fell out of Ryan's pocket??" And he just laughed and was like "Yeah, kid, look what you've gotten yourself into." He knew that we hooked up and he cared to the amount of zero, he was just.. quite bemused. As was I. So we all hung out downstairs in the basement some more, I made more martinis and we finished off the beer, feeling funky feeling
fine..

Ryan had some cigars that he bought at a head shop in Greenwich Village so we decide that now is the perfect time to share them! It was freezing outside so we pretty much grabbed ALL the bedding in the basement (I'm fairly certain this was my idea because I was of course good and drunk at this point in time) and ran upstairs to the patio in which I now sit and lit up the cigars and just... were dying laughing and loving eachother. We then decided that some scotch with the cigars would ALSO be a good idea (and I have no idea who's brilliant idea this was, but again, knowing me.. it was probably mine) so I yoinked some shotglasses and a bottle of GOOD scotch from my dad's liquor cabinet and we all cheerskied and pounded the shots.. and all of us like simultaneously were liek A;LSDKGJ;SOJIG;SLDKJSJD BLECHHHH!!! It was so gross and I'm pretty sure I chased mine with my martini which was just... s;adigjsd;ljgk. So after the shot I literally remember.... nothing. There are some pictures of Ryan & I kissing and just... general drunk photoshoot pictures. But from the looks of it, it was... fabulous and hilarious and perfect and amazing.

I woke up the next morning on the little couch with Ryan and could not for the life of me remember how I got there; for a moment I didn't even recall our jihad to the patio and the cigars and scotch. We were both.. well.. I'm pretty sure we were both still drunk but I didn't really have time to like assess how I felt because pretty much the second I woke up Ryan kissed me and things began to progress again. Travis sleeps like a bear and was conked out on the other couch, so sooner rather than later clothes started to come off of the two of us and... well.... things just.... kept moving. Haha. So we get to the point where Ryan's like "I want you, let's do it, is that okay, yadda yadda" and I'm like "YES, let's have sex, go get the condoms that you tried to hide from me yesterday" and he was like "OHHH FUCK you saw!!!" and we laughed and he got them, put one on, and... bam. Sexytime! However..... we were on the couch and he kept like... slipping out of me, and I could tell he was getting frustrated. So I like.. went to maneuver him back in.. and when I got a hold of his penis.. it was definitely......... not hard. It wasn't completely soft, but it was NOT a substantial erection. So I was like "Babe... you're not even hard..." and he's like "I know, I know, it's the couch, I'm at a weird angle, let's just move to the floor" and I definitely was just.. giggling. And couldn't stop. So he gave me this completely exasperated, frustrated, but "ughh I want you" look and picked me up and threw me down on the floor behind the couch with a blanket on top of us. We start having sex again.... I should say... attempting to have sex again because the poor kid just... lost it even more after we moved to the floor. After entertaining him for probably like 10 minutes or (and doing my own work to try and get him hard again, believe me) I was just like "Ryan babe... this isn't working..." and of course I was laughing so hard because what else am I supposed to do in this situation? Be mad? And he like sat back on his heels and he looked so frustrated and I was like "It's okay... it happens... seriously... are you sure it isn't like... me?" And he looks at me with this look of disbelief like I-can't-believe-you-just-asked-me-that, and he was like "NO. I fucking want you, this is ridiculous, I don't know what's wrong, this has never happened before...." and I was just like Ryannn.... it's okayyyy... and he just kept like shaking his head and was all upset and pissed off and frustrated. I'm sure me laughing wasn't helping because he was like "Why are you laughing at me?!" and I was like "Babe, what do you want me to do, be mad? It happens, its okay.." & eventually I think I got him to chill out about it. We climbed back on the couch and turned on more Family Guy and he goes "I'm going to go back to Oklahoma tonight, smoke a huge blunt, and pretend this never happened." And I just laughed and I was like "It's okay.. you can just make it up to me in July..." (they want me to come out and visit for Ryan's birthday this summer which I'm almost positive I'm going to do) and he was like "You're fucking right I will!" And just... oh man. Hysterical, hilarious situation. And I tried not to be all like "OMG is it me?? Was it me?? Am I doing something wrong??" but the other time I did mention that it might have been my fault he was "No, shut up, you're beautiful" and kissed my forehead. !!!!!!!!!!! So I think the kid's performance problems really did have a lot to do with the alcohol, because shortly after he ran upstairs to go throw up..... I was like man, if I didn't know any better, I'd say I was repulsive. HAHA. He also did say something about how he was kind of nervous with me.... SERIOUSLY? He lost his virginity when he was FIFTEEN and has been with like 10 girls... and you're nervous with ME? Wow. Didn't know I had that effect on boys that weren't Adam.

So that's my big huge story. Travis woke up shortly after and we packed up all their shit and hopped in the car for the drive back to JFK. Ryan was exhausted and hungover so he just passed out in the back while Travis sat up front with me and him and I listened to all our favorite songs from back in the day when the music scene really really meant something to us.

To be continued... lengthily.