A Friend’s Birthday

On Tuesday, Cameron had a little birthday bash/Veteran’s day party for his 19th birthday at his apartment. I didn’t drink at the party, but there were plenty of incidents that made me want to vomit anyway:

- (Male) Nip slips
- Cameron going shirtless and giving these lap dances where he arched his back to the point where he was upside-down and could plant his hands on the floor
- Cameron giving me that same kind of lap dance
- Lady Gaga and Britney Spears
- A very drunk Seung-Wan trying to make out with me
- Fierce eyebrows

Overall, I had fun. It was good seeing Cameron because I hadn’t seen him in a while. We have a lecture class together but I hardly ever go, and with Cameron’s fraternity and internship at the LGBTABCDEFG RC, our schedules hardly ever match enough to find time to eat. His party was like reminder of who I needed to catch up with.

At the party, it was also interesting to see Cameron’s two groups of friends mix: his Misty Mountain hallmates from last year (this is the group I’m in) and his gays. Once the Misty girls were drunk, they were going crazy on the dance carpet while the straight guys chilled on the couch. I was somewhere in the middle, going between talking with them and talking with a few other friends from the gay side.

I think Mary was gone after one shot. Her face glowed a deep red as she got grinded on and sandwiched by a bunch of guys. Guys guys guys. Poor Mary, it was probably the most action she had gotten in a while but they were all gay. When she needed something a little more mellow, I salsa’d with her. She took salsa classes at the ARC and I learned some through my social dance class, but neither of us was too amazing when we danced with each other. Her hips moved in a way that was too far advanced for me, but I had fun spinning her until I realized that she might vomit sprinkler style.

So we decided to rest at the couch. Mary sat on my lap, and I wrapped my arms around her waist; it had been a while since we found each other in this position again. During the summer we were supposed to talk a lot on the phone, but that never happened, and all quarter long I had hardly seen her because I hadn’t been really good at keeping in touch. Whenever I ran into her on campus, we’d tightly hug each other (she’s probably the only girl whose boobs I’m comfortable with pressing up against my chest). Then, since I’d almost always be running late for class, I’d yell, “Let’s eat some time!” over my shoulder as I continued on.

As I drove Mary home again that night, I proposed the same thing again and made it a promise this time. Let’s hope I keep it. There’s a lot to catch her up on.

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“Life Savers”
Written June 9th, 2009 (Excerpted)

The [end of the year hall activity] started off pretty stale and underwhelming for a goodbye activity for people who had to live with each other for 34 weeks. I left somewhere in the middle and I imagine that it continued to be stale and underwhelming all the way through.

But the point of this entry isn’t to talk about how the Misty Mountain “family” crumbled apart as the year progressed (because that was already talked about enough during the very sentimental activity). I’m writing this to further elaborate on what I said about the two people I gave my life savers to. I’m generally a slow thinker and so I’m bad at coming up with amazing things to say on spot. (This is probably another one of the reasons I write: So I can sound smarter about some prior incident in which I wasn’t as smart.)

I gave my two life savers to Mary and Cameron. =) Ladies first, so I will start off with Camer—okay haha lame joke I know. I’ll start with Mary.

Dear Mary,
“You’re the closest thing I’ve ever had to a girlfriend, except for, well, that one in the eighth grade.” I don’t actually remember how we started getting really close. I know that some time during move-in week, I was upstairs on your floor and wandered into your room. We met, I made you laugh, and yeah. During Fall Quarter, we didn’t chill all that much (except for the one time I drove you to UCLA and the knife incident), but I think some time toward the end of Winter Quarter (might’ve even been the beginning of Spring Quarter) we started talking. We bonded by pretending to be a couple, and things just went from there.

I loved out conversations. Besides my nightly phone conversations with Trung, I’ve never really gotten to have super long conversations with anyone else about how the day went, how the future is looking, etc. I’m glad that we were both to listen to each other. Oh Mary, you and your boys.

We’ve talked about likely/unlikely it’d be if we all remembered each other after a decade or if we would invite each other to our weddings or baby showers or whatever. I still say it’s too soon to tell, but I can say that you are a friend that I would like to keep for a really long time. Oh, and like I said before, I won’t forget our deal. In 20 years…!

We’ll keep in contact over the summer, mkaaaaaaay? And remember to come watch my auditions! You promised! And I’ll come help you practice your tango/ball room dancing if I get to touch your boobies some more. =)

Dear Cameron, ...