Back to the Future…Again

It seems that no ones Memorial Day Weekend turned out being the love fest we hoped. I made my way up to Kitattinny with the old skool crew, though Tater proved to not be as satisfying as I hoped. We pitched our tents (yes, actual tents), built our fire, began cooking, and cracked open the poison of choice. Keeping with the weekend of nostalgia, I chose an oldie but goody…Hennessy.

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We laughed, drank, reminisced, gorged on cheese balls and party mix from Costco economy size containers and after six hours of straight indulgence I was not feeling too well; it was time for me to retire to the tent that I pitched. I lay down under my furry blue blanket, trying to keep warm, when I heard the tent door flap unzip. “Oh no,” I thought, “can’t I simply fall asleep?! I feel so terribly ill. Damn, that Henny bites back. Thank goodness this is an eight person tent…Oh…”. Tater ducked in, kicked off his boots and crawled in beside me, wrapping me in his arms from behind. “It has been a long time Frankie”, he said, stating the obvious, “let’s finish what we started.” Jeez, I felt ill and managed only an “Mmhmmmmm”, through clenched teeth and tightly shut lips. His hand moved slowly between the blankets and under my hoodie to my abdomen, stroking above my bellybutton. It was now not a question if I would barf…rather…when? One small heave, which Tater interpreted incorrectly. “Oh yea, baby, I’ve wanted to make you tremble again,” he revealed. I pushed up from under Tater and through the open tent flap, which he forgot to zip shut, and ran away from our site, behind a tree, and allowed nature to take its course.

The rest of our camp roared with laughter and cracked, “It’s ok Frankie! He makes us feel like puking all the time!!” “Nice goin’ Tater, seems like you have that effect on the women folk” “Some things never change!!” “Play on playa!!!!!” Chuckle, Chuckle, Teehee, Teehee. All the burned Tater could reply was, “Ah, Shuddup, Bro!  Whadevah”.   I returned from behind the poor maple tree of choice, fell onto bended knee and did my best Mary Katherine Gallagher SUPERSTAR! impression and received thunderous applause from my audience. After brushing my teeth, all I remember from that evening is the crackle of the fire and the cozy, furry blanket that kept me warm from the cool, May mountain air. I felt much better and had to laugh at the entire chain of events.

Tater stayed at a clear distance from any romantic pursuits for the remainder of the weekend, which I did not mind at all and this time spent with my former hellions exceeded my expectations.  Sitting around with old friends reminiscing and acting silly.  Rafting down the Delaware River. Cliff jumping into the freezing river water.  Good times and more great memories.

Kindly enough, Sasha and Derek dropped me off in Manhattan on Monday.  This was a bit unusual, as many Staten Islanders hate making their way into…THE CITY!

I couldn’t wait to share the funny stories of mischief and mayhem in the woods, though instead walked in and found a Ruby shaped mound on the sofa, swaddled in a green fleece throw.  Her packed bag still sitting at the door of our apartment, a huge mixing bowl containing only remnants of Lucky Charms, and a menu for the L word DVD showing on the television screen, Ruby lay sleeping and this is how I left my friend.

Poor Ruby, she will still not move from the sofa unless it is time for work (well, sometimes; she still has a few sick days) or to change the DVD to another season of Buffy or the L word. I walked in one night and noticed that she was finally sleeping again, though upon closer inspection also drooling on a throw pillow…ugggg. Kerry has been ringing Ruby’s phone constantly since the Memorial Day fiasco and I was just at my wit’s end. This girl not only offended Ruby, though broke her heart as well, and is now harassing her. Revenge may be sweet, though I certainly am not; this bitch was going to pay.