Part one
My worst spring break.
Part two is linked above, and good god, does it get long. To preface, I did something of a writing exercise to see if I could get myself out of this broken English blogging and screnplay format has turned my writing into. It's a memory done in short story form, with none of the asides, digressions and Dave isms firmly entrenched with my written style. It still needs a full edit (but thats not going to happen is it) and it's unfocused in bits, but alas judge for yourself.
Five years ago I was as poor as I ever can remember. I was living off something like 350 bucks a month. Add to the fact that I still had a DVD addiction, I was poor the whole year. So when it came time for Spring Break, few options were available. I didn’t have the balls to ask my dad for money to go somewhere like Cabo, Cancun or anywhere with, you know, SPRING BREAK.
I also was living in a five person apartment which only had two rooms. I was in the room with three people. Both of my roommates were gay men. While I didn’t exactly fail with the women, I had sex a grand total of once the whole year. Nothing ensures abstinence for a person more than inviting a potential mate back to a room where lays the possibility of seeing two different acts (4 men, maybe more, one of the roomies was a slut) of homosexuality. It’s a sexual albatross, and my ship went through rough waters that year.
Adding to this was my relationship with a girl (to be named Nancy from here on) was the most emotionally draining and physically limited relationship I have ever had. Five years later, it seems obvious, we were never meant to be anything more than friends, yet we could have been really good friends is not for college hormones and a need to not be alone in college. That and the fact that Nancy had a great rack. From May 2000 to maybe October 2001, I was caught in one form of drama with Nancy and it was devastating all the more because we never actually were “together” for more than a 2 week period (if even that), yet we were fighting to maintain the relationship for most of that course, whether it be with temporary bf/gf’s we would bring around only around them. Doomed from the start, filled with romance only when broken, and emotional acts and mannerisms copied from movie archetypes, immaturity ruled the relationship because it was the first big one for both of us; neither of us had any idea how to do it. The lasting thing I can remember is a dream I had in August of 2001 where we finally became truly intimate, I said I loved her (and this was the only time I ever could utter it) and it was done. For a while I took comfort in this that it was still worth pursuing, but later realized it was a false peace in only fixing the mistakes of the past, and if all that was said, I could move on. Only then did then did I realize it didn’t need to happen. That was a slow, welcomed relief.
Of the friends I had from that period, say 25 or so, I only still talk to two, maybe three of them still. Two of them are still great, cherished friends, but there was little kismet with the others at that point. Most of my friends from college I still talk to I would meet over the next four semesters.
Homesick, lonely, and lacking any ability to further other motives, most of my Sophomore year was regrettable. It wasn’t until after spring Break that year until I really began to have a good time at USC, and from that point on, 2001would be one of the best years of my life, and did I truly enjoy college. Sure I had some great times, but they were hampered by outside forces. Only later would I have a reckless abandon one needs to love college.
Like I said, most of my friends were those of familiarity and convenience, roommates, dorm friends, etc. With the exception of Walter, there were few deep connections beyond being male, wanting to have a good time, and living in proximity.
So the four of us who would go up to Yosemite for Spring Break 2001 were thrown together as loosely as possible. Mind you this is not a bad recipe, some great times can be had under a cloak of anonymity and a pursuit of wild times. But this one wasn’t quite perfect.
Characters:
Me.
Chuck: Music major, who is soon to graduate from Pepperdine Law. A low Beta/ Omega male who really wanted to be an alpha, but lacked the god given skills to do so (charming personality, great humor, an assassin with the ladies) and hence failed when exterting attempts. Chuck was not a bad guy, in fact he was a great guy to have in a group, but in the end, he wound up more of a group joke than a friend. Thanks mainly to:
Jesse: Guitar master and diligent wiseass. I wound up living with the guy from 8-2003 to 8 – 2004, and had a blast doing so, when he was there. The only problem was that he rarely liked to socialize. Getting him to come out on a Saturday night was a struggle, and as fates would have it, the nights we did get him out always tended to be weak. He had no where to go this trip. It was a fine hour for Jesse.
Walter: My sophomore downstairs neighbor and junior and senior roommate, who lived with Chuck for close to 7 months, and another film geek. There is a reason me and Lady Portland Rose Royce called him the third wheel legend, he is a nigh perfect companion when there are three or more people. He’s still a great guy when it’s one on one, but he kills in a group. Sarcastic, smart, sensitive, and best of all funny, he can make any small gathering more interesting. (Do I have any bids for his services?)
So, onto it.
Part two is linked above, and good god, does it get long. To preface, I did something of a writing exercise to see if I could get myself out of this broken English blogging and screnplay format has turned my writing into. It's a memory done in short story form, with none of the asides, digressions and Dave isms firmly entrenched with my written style. It still needs a full edit (but thats not going to happen is it) and it's unfocused in bits, but alas judge for yourself.
Five years ago I was as poor as I ever can remember. I was living off something like 350 bucks a month. Add to the fact that I still had a DVD addiction, I was poor the whole year. So when it came time for Spring Break, few options were available. I didn’t have the balls to ask my dad for money to go somewhere like Cabo, Cancun or anywhere with, you know, SPRING BREAK.
I also was living in a five person apartment which only had two rooms. I was in the room with three people. Both of my roommates were gay men. While I didn’t exactly fail with the women, I had sex a grand total of once the whole year. Nothing ensures abstinence for a person more than inviting a potential mate back to a room where lays the possibility of seeing two different acts (4 men, maybe more, one of the roomies was a slut) of homosexuality. It’s a sexual albatross, and my ship went through rough waters that year.
Adding to this was my relationship with a girl (to be named Nancy from here on) was the most emotionally draining and physically limited relationship I have ever had. Five years later, it seems obvious, we were never meant to be anything more than friends, yet we could have been really good friends is not for college hormones and a need to not be alone in college. That and the fact that Nancy had a great rack. From May 2000 to maybe October 2001, I was caught in one form of drama with Nancy and it was devastating all the more because we never actually were “together” for more than a 2 week period (if even that), yet we were fighting to maintain the relationship for most of that course, whether it be with temporary bf/gf’s we would bring around only around them. Doomed from the start, filled with romance only when broken, and emotional acts and mannerisms copied from movie archetypes, immaturity ruled the relationship because it was the first big one for both of us; neither of us had any idea how to do it. The lasting thing I can remember is a dream I had in August of 2001 where we finally became truly intimate, I said I loved her (and this was the only time I ever could utter it) and it was done. For a while I took comfort in this that it was still worth pursuing, but later realized it was a false peace in only fixing the mistakes of the past, and if all that was said, I could move on. Only then did then did I realize it didn’t need to happen. That was a slow, welcomed relief.
Of the friends I had from that period, say 25 or so, I only still talk to two, maybe three of them still. Two of them are still great, cherished friends, but there was little kismet with the others at that point. Most of my friends from college I still talk to I would meet over the next four semesters.
Homesick, lonely, and lacking any ability to further other motives, most of my Sophomore year was regrettable. It wasn’t until after spring Break that year until I really began to have a good time at USC, and from that point on, 2001would be one of the best years of my life, and did I truly enjoy college. Sure I had some great times, but they were hampered by outside forces. Only later would I have a reckless abandon one needs to love college.
Like I said, most of my friends were those of familiarity and convenience, roommates, dorm friends, etc. With the exception of Walter, there were few deep connections beyond being male, wanting to have a good time, and living in proximity.
So the four of us who would go up to Yosemite for Spring Break 2001 were thrown together as loosely as possible. Mind you this is not a bad recipe, some great times can be had under a cloak of anonymity and a pursuit of wild times. But this one wasn’t quite perfect.
Characters:
Me.
Chuck: Music major, who is soon to graduate from Pepperdine Law. A low Beta/ Omega male who really wanted to be an alpha, but lacked the god given skills to do so (charming personality, great humor, an assassin with the ladies) and hence failed when exterting attempts. Chuck was not a bad guy, in fact he was a great guy to have in a group, but in the end, he wound up more of a group joke than a friend. Thanks mainly to:
Jesse: Guitar master and diligent wiseass. I wound up living with the guy from 8-2003 to 8 – 2004, and had a blast doing so, when he was there. The only problem was that he rarely liked to socialize. Getting him to come out on a Saturday night was a struggle, and as fates would have it, the nights we did get him out always tended to be weak. He had no where to go this trip. It was a fine hour for Jesse.
Walter: My sophomore downstairs neighbor and junior and senior roommate, who lived with Chuck for close to 7 months, and another film geek. There is a reason me and Lady Portland Rose Royce called him the third wheel legend, he is a nigh perfect companion when there are three or more people. He’s still a great guy when it’s one on one, but he kills in a group. Sarcastic, smart, sensitive, and best of all funny, he can make any small gathering more interesting. (Do I have any bids for his services?)
So, onto it.
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