I Smell Like Burgers

11 Oct

Today was interesting to say the least. I woke up in immense pain from my sciatica, and couldn’t sleep past 11:30 which is terrible on a Saturday morning–especially since I didn’t go to bed until about 4:30am because Pee Wee’s Big Adventure was on TV. Anyways, I came to terms with the fact that my pain would no longer enable me to sleep comfortably, so I caught up on some of my programs and watched Glee online. After that, I told my powderpuff coach that I wouldn’t be attending practice at 2pm because of my pain and that I had to set up for a BBQ at my sorority. At around 2:30pm I made my way over to the house to put my belongings down and relax for a few minutes–then I got an eyebrow wax. I went over to the salon I go to while at school and was happy to be greeted by the same girl who has done my waxing and hair since I’ve attended college. She’s seriously the nicest girl, such a sweetheart, and her waxes are painless! It’s amazing, honestly. After that was over and done with, I went back to the house to begin setting up. I moved the stereo outside, along with some tables, plastic utensils, plates and dessert items. I then went to go move the grill to the side of the house when I realized there was no propane tank attached–dammit. I panicked a little bit, as the girl who was really in charge of the event couldn’t be there, so I didn’t know what to do. Fortunately I saw a tank of propane resting just under the deck of the house, and I hoped that tank was full, so I brought it over to the grill with some help from my friend. We, and by we I mean I watched as my friends, attached the tank to the grill. Once we were all hooked up, the challenge of lighting the grill came to play. My friend stood there, for about 20 minutes, lighting match after match after match trying to light the grill by attaching a lit matchstick to the end of a twig–all failed attempts. When we gave up on that tactic, we sent people to get us a grill lighter. In the meantime, on of the sister’s boyfriends arrived and tried to help. That’s when he told us the propane tank was empty. Now, I was in somewhat of a panic because the BBQ was set to start at 4:30 and it was now 4, so I was freaking out to say the least. We gave the tank to one of the other sisters to go get re-filled and I went inside to hit my head against a wall. To my surprise, and rescue, my other sisters had started to cook some burgers and hot dogs in pans over the stove while we waited for the grill situation to pan out. We were basically running a full service McDonalds because of all the grease in the pans that the burgers were cooking in, but we did what we had to do. I finally got word that the grill was up and running and I nearly cried tears of joy–but contained myself, obviously. I rushed outside to see what had happened, when the sister who went to get the new tank told me the other girl’s boyfriend is an idiot because the tank was 100% full and he didn’t know what he was talking about. It turns out, a different sister’s boyfriend actually got it to work for us–he has a MUCH better head on his shoulders. So finally, I threw some burgers and dogs on the grill, and got cooking. After an intense amount of smoke and left over char got my eyes all watery, and about a dozen burgers and dogs later, I shut it down and relaxed for a few minutes before cleaning up. I got grill-dirt all over my white shorts–wonderful–but then I was so exhausted and nauseated from all the grill fumes that I went home and tried to nap, but of course I failed. It was about 7pm when I got home, and I wanted nothing but to rest. I then thought about my day and realized it was terrible, so I texted one of my friends who always seems to make me feel better. Sure enough, she invited me over and we just chatted over some television for a few hours. Eventually, my nausea went away, but obviously my back started hurting again by the time I left. I ended up going to a party with some friends and we just hung out, chatted and danced a little bit. My roommate had to go to the bathroom, so naturally we went in a group of 4 girls to the bathroom which only had one toilet, in one big room with 2 showers. When we walked in we noticed one of the showers was running, and there was a pair of jeans on the floor, and a towel hanging up. That’s when it became apparent that there was one of the frat brothers showering in there. My roommate, bless her soul, has no shame when she’s out and about, not to mention she’s friends with everyone in that particular frat, so she opened the curtain on the guy to see who it was and to say hello. They had a full conversation while my friends and I stood there in disbelief as to what was happening right in front of us. Periodically throughout our trip to the bathroom, she kept poking her head in the shower, promising that she wasn’t “looking”. She has a boyfriend, so she probably wasn’t looking, but I know her all too well–she looked. Later on, one of the fraternity brothers decided to jump off of the porch–he landed on his face. I believe an ambulance arrived, but I don’t know for sure. All I know is that his mouth and lower face was all bloody, and he moved one of his teeth out of place so it was crooked. How do I know this? Well, he was walking around with blood all over his face and pointed his tooth out to us, and continued to tell us how much pain he was in. I said he should probably wash his face off, but he insisted on leaving it the way it was. Truthfully, I don’t know what he was thinking because if it was left there to go for that “tough guy” look to attract ladies, I’m pretty sure he failed because I don’t know about any other girls out there, but I’m pretty sure no one wants a mouthful of dry blood when they kiss a guy–we’d all pass on that. I decided it was time to go, so I went to the house for a bit to talk to a friend, then I went back to my dorm–to spend the night alone, per usual. Two of my roommates are sleeping at their boyfriends’ houses, and my third roomie is home for the weekend. I can’t wait for tomorrow night so I’m not alone!

Sorry it’s been a while, friends, but my life has been pretty bland lately. I’m hoping it’ll start to pickup again. Until then…



One Response to “I Smell Like Burgers”

  1. xoXtine October 13, 2009 at 4:29 pm #

    sister’s boyfriend 1: moron.
    sister’s boyfriend 2: awesome.
    sister who drove with a full propane tank in her trunk to and from south for no reason: amazing.
    allie D for making a spectacular bbq: the most glorious sister of all.

    the end.

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