Sunday, June 5, 2011

National Geographic Presents Michael O: "Tweet Tweet"

          I recently finished the first draft of my book Galfing: A Young Man's Guide. It was a monumental effort that spanned about 5 months in total. As I was doing my research online, I saw a bit of advice about taking a break from writing to the editing process because there is no need to rush things. Rome was NOT built in a day you know. Thus I woke up the other day and had NOTING to do. I was recently let go from my job (something that you'll hear about in an ensuing post) and so there I was ABSOLUTELY bored! At home I don't watch TV because my parents or the children dominate the viewing time. In fact, the majority of my entertainment comes from my laptop. My writing is there, my music is there and my connection to the outside world is there as well. Also, save for going to the library, I rarely leave the house without Ray contacting me, and he's leaving for his internship in a few days. Last week, he took a trip out to Western Michigan University. So as I sat in the house with this self imposed ban on working on Galfing, before I start editing, I realized that this writing process had entirely engrossed me, and now there was nothing to fill the void. I even got on my bike in a mad dash to "get of the house," however, as my odometer indicated 4 miles into my journey, I realized that I had NOWHERE to go and NOTHING to do. I pulled to the side of the road and shook my head at this dilemma because it's kind of sad. Despondently, I turned my bike around and rode home, and in my backyard is where what you about to witness, occurs. I guess this is what happens when Michael O is entirely BORED and left to his own thoughts. I now present my pseudo documentary...


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Saturday, June 4, 2011

Aftermath From Amanda: Irony's a Bitch!

          Chronologically this is not how these events occurred, however, I am behind on these posts so I have to tell this tale this way. Recall, I sent her, that text message the night before my birthday asking why she tried to get at my dude, when her and I weren't speaking. She didn't respond for about 3 and a half weeks, where I went to the Porter/Offili wedding(still have to blog about that). Certain times, it's not good to hold a grudge because you end up feeling bad about someone that's not even thinking about you. So by the 3 and a half weeks, I had already forgiven her and was working on moving on like, "People are going to be shady, it's what it's is." When she finally called, I was on my way to work and couldn't take it but it felt like an afterthought. So I was at work and our conversation was over text message and to her credit she apologized and it truly felt sincere but I had already forgiven her and was only looking for an explanation. According to her she felt embarrassed and that's what caused the delay. I told her none of the following but I was thinking, on the surface, that's a valid explanation. However, did she feel less embarrassed 3 and half weeks later? If apologizing was such a thrill then EVERYONE would do it. The point is that you come as you are and the person that  you've offended see's your remorse and it makes it easier to forgive. Recall, she didn't talk to me from February till a week before 1502's Easter reunion, when she called me wishing me luck for my show. During that call, I told her how I missed the shit out of her and was in anguish at not being around her. A week later, I discovered the mistake through Stev, and naturally I was upset. To err is human and I can forgive but when I called her out, she thought it was a good idea to make me feel bad for ANOTHER 3 and half weeks? At first I was like "how could she do that to me, I care about her :( but after the 3 and half weeks, I was like this girl does NOT give a fuck about me and I felt STUPID for falling for her shit. Why feel sad about someone that's so blatantly malicious, I wrote her off because I had nothing else to go on. Thus the whole time she was apologizing I was thinking this is not for me, it's clearly for her, and what's the motive. I thought about it and my only conclusion was that she discovered that I was blogging and didn't want me to trash her or something. 
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          I always had the ability to make her laugh and over the ensuing days, when she would call, I couldn't find the words to even speak to her (I'm writing a fucking book! Galfing: A Young Man's Guide (shameless plug). This is irony at it's finest. It felt so surreal to go from "This is the girl for me," to "Who are you?" A few weeks after, I was at the library studying and she kept calling and sending urgent messages that "We needed to talk!" It was funny to me like, "Oh NOW we need to talk!" The gist of it was that she was upset that I had blogged about her and she felt disrespected that her business was "out there" and to be honest I can understand that point. However, on the flip side it was like "Oh YOU feel disrespected! Excuse me, I'm sorry, where do I send the gift basket?" Ask Stev, when I found out, I wanted to rip out everything about the character that she inspired, as I was that livid. It was bad enough that I had to constantly think about these things, but writing about them was NOT fun! However, I will soon be at the point of submitting my manuscript to agents and publishers. One of the first things that these people want to know is who I am and more importantly gauge a sense of my writing, basically I am worth their time. One of the things that I would have done differently about my undergrad career is write for the Michigan Daily or Every Three Weekly because in high school, I won awards at the state competition MIPA (I believe that they are called) for my journalism during junior and senior year. Thus for the literary agents, it was either dig out papers from "Bio 101" or start blogging. This was my foremost motivation in starting this blog and of course keeping up with my friends as we are all spread out. Even if I was still with her, I would have written about her as I was telling MY story. In that scenario, I could have possibly changed her name or something but why didn't I get her consultation again? OH YEA! We weren't fucking talking, as she was too busy dealing with her husband, trying to get at my boy, and finding other guys...


          Before Amanda, the last girl that I seriously cared for was Kelli. Last Sunday, I discovered that she was proposed to. The night before, Chin and I had been at his boy's wedding and the whole time I was saying, "I've been to literally four weddings in the last month and none of them were over the age of 25! Why is everyone getting married SOO young?" Ray was with me and I was still in a suit as I hadn't gone home yet, when Val (a younger friend from high school), told us that my girl that "got away" was proposed to. It stung with irony. At 1502, I accidentally found our prom DVD as Kelli was my date and Ray was with his date.  I tell Ray that in high school, he was THE MAN, and I was barely learning to walk, so as I watched the DVD I couldn't believe that I could be so lucky to have been with this girl. Imagine this scene. With the music going, Ray was driving and his date was in the passenger seat. I was behind her and Kelli was to the left of me in this white dress with black, floral patterning. I was holding the camcorder up to her face and she is blushing, because I am egging on for the camera. The sun was setting and from her vantage point, a beam of light shone through the window and illuminated her. She was entirely beautiful. A curl of her brunette hair fell to her eyes, and I remember reaching out and brushing it aside. As I watched the DVD screen, I reached for her hair in the same motion as I was trapped in that moment from four years prior. She was that gorgeous and she was with me! This is the story behind my song, "Oh Baby" from my first project "No Spaces." Listening to it now, it is raw and amateurish as I did it from my MacBook but the emotion is there. However, one of the reasons I broke up with Kelli was that I was going away to school and she is very endearing so I knew that she would always be in Ann Arbor and I wouldn't always be home and so I thought that it would be unfair to her. However, the hubby to be, went to fucking eastern michigan university. Are you kidding me? That's 15 minutes down the road from Michigan. Irony is a bitch! I swear any other school and I wouldn't have cared because she had other dudes over the years and it never crossed my mind.(Ironic side note, I go to get this prom pic from Facebook and I discovered that she must have de-friended me! I laughed for a good 5 minutes!! Here I am waxing poetically about her and we weren't even FB friends, guess I shouldn't hold out for a wedding invitation huh LOL!)
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          The Sunday after Adriana's birthday(which I STILL have to blog about), Ray and I met these two waitresses at their family restaurant. There was a blond wo was OBVIOUSLY young(16) and feisty as she is going to be a handful when she gets older. However, the older sister was very reserved and almost elegant. I discovered that she was a dancer and had won competitions. So I asked her if she could Dougie and she told me "Yes!" Ray and I spent about 4 hours at this restaurant and the whole time, I was trying to get her to Dougie for me as I had never met a "white girl" that could Dougie. She looked at me and was like, "I'm not white I'm Albanian!" Ironically enough, her name is Amanda as well, and Ray was teasing me like, "Nope! Can't trust her!" However, since that Sunday we BBM once in awhile and so her family restaurant is where Ray and I met up when I left from the wedding on Sunday morning. So Amanda #2 and I are on BBM and I told her about Kelli. During the chat she sent something like, "I can tell that your hurt by this." It was almost disarming, because I had no witty comeback, as I believe that all I managed was "Shhh! Real Men don't get hurt." However, I had to face the truth, which made no logical sense to me. Kelli and I never had sex and she had other guys that I never thought about and I had my share of girls since her. However, the revelation about Kelli, weighed on me the entire day and as I was thinking about it, it was almost as if, the entire thing with Amanda #1 never even happened. It was as if I had seen it in a movie or something. I wanted to call Kelli because the night of Adriana's birthday, her and her friends came up to Ann Arbor and were even at Charley's and Ricks with Ray and I. That night, I had meant to talk to her because it had been years since I had seen her, but I was TOO DRUNK and never got the chance. So as I sat in my room last Sunday, I wanted to call to wish congratulations. Kelli was part of this weird home schooling sect that home schooled all of their children, and so by now all of the daughters are either married or engaged. Kelli's twin sister was married in high school so knowing her, I knew that she would be ecstatic at the proposal, even if it came from the garbage man. However, I didn't know if I could call her, I didn't know if I should, and I didn't know if it would look like I had sour grapes. I never had her number as an undergrad because I never wanted to call her in a drunken stupor and say something stupid, so I asked Ray's opinion and he suggested that I should call her. He sent me her number and I did. It went to voice mail and I wished her congratulations and God's blessing because I was truly happy for her, even if she was marrying EMU guy. She sent me a message thanking me and the strangest thing happened. I felt GREAT! It was almost like I had closure to the situation, compared to how I was feeling a mere 10 minutes prior. I expected the opposite and so it was almost ironic, and this brings me to the conclusion.
Sassy little sister on the left

Amanda#2 Beautiful girl. Not sure if I have the time to pursue her


          I was talking with Ray recently and the conversation was that life is too short, why settle for an average girl? There is nothing average about me, and my dreams are not average so my next girlfriend is going to BAD!!! as I won't settle for anything less. It's not just about looks because there are A LOT of good looking idiots out there. What I'm talking about is the drive and desire to know their goals and working towards the steps to achieve them. I was wondering what it would be like meeting women outside of the "Michigan college bubble." The majority of them have given me pause. I don't want to be that "snobby" "educated" guy but SHIT I gotta put my foot down. Here's two girls I've recently met. Each thought that they had a chance at dating me, I DON'T know why. Girl #1.) She's a bit older, meets me and starts chatting me up. She's not attractive enough for me to pursue her but the conversation is going well and she seemed cool enough. Apparently her boyfriend had cheated on her and she was on the rebound. Somewhere along the lines, she says, "Just so you know, my boyfriend is in jail." WHAT??? "I'm sorry I didn't hear you. Your boyfriend is where?" "Yea. It was after his first four and half years that he did it. He got out and cheated on me." She is saying all of this casually as if she were telling me the time or the weather. In my mind, I'm like, Is she fucking serious right now? He cheated AFTER his first four and half years, so what he is on his second or third term? I am NOT about to catch a bullet on account of this random chick. She kept talking while I had this internal dialogue and so I had to stop her. The conversation ended with me saying, "Just so you know...BYE!" I got up and left. 

          Girl #2.) MUCH more attractive and I meet at the bar during dollar beer night. She was on a date but kept coming over to dance with me. I teased her on this fact because her date was that lame guy that would follow her the entire night and hang a few yards away like he was on timeout. We flirted the entire night and somewhere along the lines, I discovered that she has a four year old. This girl is BARELY 21 so that raised an eyebrow...HMM. Later in the night, her ex boyfriend shows up and gets into a fight with her date and this big commotion erupts in the bar. When I later run into her I look at her and say, "I'm sorry but, WHERE is your son?" He was home with her parents. At the end of the night she gets my number, because I was NOT going to ask for hers. Last week, she starts flirting and even invites me to a Tigers baseball game. I consider it because baseball games are fun with the right people. However,  about 30 minutes before the game starts, she indicates that her baby daddy was now being a "douchyr" and her son had to come along. I PROMPTLY went to the library to study. There is nothing wrong with single moms but the first time that you hangout you should NOT meet their children. It's unfair to the kids as the only time that a mom should introduce a date to her kids is if she gets really serious with them. NOTHING about how she would text me was serious. It was entirely sexual and explicit. So last night before she went to work she asks, "Where we banging tonight, I'm SOO horny!" Ray is leaving next week for his internship so I was at his house till 2 in the morning. So the entire night, Girl #2 is trying to get me to come see her at her job, so that presumably we would "bang" afterward. However, Ray is my brother from another, so I didn't leave and somewhere along the night she sends this text, "Are you interested in a relationship?" "WITH WHO???" My head was on such a swivel that you would have thought that I was a bobble head. Yesterday, she was trying to get me over to her house, while her parents weren't there, probably to fold laundry. So had I been more desperate, I would have easily hooked up with this girl. I could have lied to her, but I told her like I would tell my sisters. I told her that if she was serious about a relationship then she had to tone down the sexuality because A LOT of these lame dudes will tell her what she wants to hear just to have sex with her. She kind of got mad at me and told me there was no need to play the "daddy" role. Sarcastically, I responded with "There you go, already calling me daddy, you have a problem, you need to stop!" I looked up at Ray and said, "What the FUCK is wrong with these girls?" Ray just ended his relationship with the girl that I thought he would marry as she "wasn't what we thought she was." He echoed the same sentiments. It's like if I hit these girls with some of the shit that I've heard and seen, I would be a lame, asshole, jerk, loser, etc but YET it's acceptable for these girls to behave this way? Thus the foot is down! From here on out, I'm ONLY getting serious with classy, driven, and career oriented women. If you don't know what an IPO is, Michael O is NOT interested! Due to Amanda #1, just when I thought that my type of girls, were not limited to the educated, and career oriented, the "real world" has AFFIRMED that this is ALL I need to be limited to. Irony is truly a bitch! 

          However, a thought crossed my mind after Kelli had contacted me. When good things occur, people are ALWAYS quick to say, "it was meant to be," "this was the only way!" However when bad things occur, the rhetoric quickly morphs to "it's unfortunate," "woe is me." I argue that if good things can be destined then so can bad. However it is what you do with the bad that is a true test of your character. Logically, I would never choose to grow up the way that I did or loose Kelli and Amanda. However, growing up the way that I did, is what has given me this poignant edge to my writing and music. Loosing Kelli, inspired one of the first songs that I ever wrote as I started down this music path. So it begs the question, what if all of these things were SUPPOSED to happen. If I am to one day become successful and achieve all of my goals then as ironic as it sounds, I can only look back and be thankful for growing up the way that I did, for loosing Kelli, and for Amanda. However I BETTER make it or else, this last paragraph will be ironic AGAIN!


         

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

"Easter Weekend: The Last Hoorah: (Sunday)"

          Sunday was the mildest day of our "Last Hoorah" but I enjoyed every bit of it. After breakfast at Benny's, Chin and Andre piled into his car to make their way back to Chicago. This left Cass, Stev and I in her car to go pick Jane up from somewhere before we made our way over to the Petoskey's house for Easter dinner. My memory is foggy, but somewhere along the line, Sweeny joined us in the car and together our merry little band made our way HOME (La Casa De Petoskey). Mrs. P had made an Easter dinner for us that was complete with a spiral glazed ham, green beans, mashed potatoes, salad?(my memory is foggy) and all that was left was for us to heat it up and indulge. Somewhere along the line Stev indicated that "E" was coming over and naturally I wanted a girl over too (Arms folded, while pouting)! LOL. Remember, in regards to girls, there was an underlying competition between the boys at 1502, that though we never talked about it, it still existed. When Wheeler and ESPECIALLY Stev would hookup with a girl, they were all of a sudden quiet and smug but it was never overt. Thus I wanted a girl over too and it was amusing when Cass played the "mom" role and was like "Yes Mike O! You can have a girl over too!" However, being that it was last minute and I wasn't going to bother texting Jayne, I said "screw it" and resided to enjoy the company of Stev, Cass, E, Jane, and Sweeny. We ate salsa as the girls tried to figure out how to heat up the ham. Side note, till that day I was unaware that there existed something like "fruity salsa."Jane first brought out some peach or strawberry flavored salsa and it wasn't that it tasted badly, it was just when you're expecting "normal" salsa, the taste threw me off. We eventually made our way to the dinner table and it was AMAZING! Seriously, I have never eaten bad at La Casa De Petoskey and no wonder they're all like 6'7" (Weezy reference), because they were eating all that good, organic home cooking. Great conversation was included within dinner and it was capped with cute little Easter buckets that Mrs. P had waiting for us. I truly love their family. We eventually made our way to the family room for more conversation and "Laffy Jaffe" (Emily) eventually joined us after studying. Med school seems tough, who would have thought! 


          The whole day I was trying to find some alone time with Cass to bury the hatch between us. If you DON'T know, as I'm sure that Cass would vent to ALL of her friends, during those last months at 1502 we didn't like each other. To this day I don't know why but I was her favorite target for when she was in one of her "moods." There were days where I would tell Stev, "Ayo look, I'm PURPOSELY staying out of her way today!" Yet somehow she would STILL find a way to jump down my throat about something that I said.  I'm very sarcastic because I love to laugh so on the surface, you can take some of what I say as me being as asshole but there's never any malice or intent to it. Case in point the "Shape Ups" comment. All I said was "Shape Ups" and if everyone had known that I was about to proceed with complimenting the girl, there would have been no need to collectively shout, "Mike O NOOOOO!" Lol. However, my breaking point with Cass was when she began to disrespect me in public. Where I'm from, and how I was raised, you and I do not have to be "besties" but YOU WILL respect me! Naturally, only my mother and father are immune from that. I remember the first time that I met E, we were on the volleyball courts and Cass and I got into an argument because I was simply asking what time we were leaving the courts. It was petty, stupid, shit like that and I was confused because she was supposed to be my friend. If I am doing something that is irritating, and annoying at least give me criticism so I can learn and grow from it. I was just getting bitched at and so when she thought that she could say anything to me and I wouldn't respond that was it for me. I used to be a hot head and you guys have never seen that side of me because I save that for when it is truly warranted. So many a time, I was SOO close to putting Cass in her place and it was only because of Stev that I never did. I was certain that Cass was trashing me to all of her friends. Take Michelle for example. When I met her she was sweet, bright eyed, never had a boyfriend, and I even talked her into making her "famous" chicken dinner for me. However later, she was EXTRA sassy and borderline rude towards me. Outside of drinking at our house, Michelle and I didn't see each other so there was no reason for her to be rude towards me. I looked at it like A.) She's just dated Mr. Olympian Adam, so she thinks she's hot shit (Valid! I've never dated an Olympian) or B.) All of the negativity that she was getting from Cass. Why I leaned towards the latter was that from the whole Jon/Cass fiasco, Jon once lamented to me that ANY girl that ever knew Cass was suddenly attacking him online or over texts (Haha, He tells it MUCH better). I was fine with all of this because girls are going to be girls. Plus, after I would calm down from being mad at her, I still looked at Cass like a friend. There was no need to trash her, as the only person that ever knew how frustrated I was, was Stev. 


          However, Stev's only advice was "Don't worry about it. It's "Cass being Cass," she'll calm down and forget about it." I'm sorry Stev...ann!(Porter reference), this is the WORST advice that you will ever give me. He even talked me out of going and burying the hatchet between us, and things never got better, they got worse! Shitty advice because I'm the type of person that likes to know where we stand. And even Stev and I were in a little tiff over that summer where we weren't speaking. However one day as he came home after work I just asked him, "Ayo can we talk about this?" During that conversation, we buried the hatchet and he even admitted to me that he's the type of person that hates admitting when he's wrong, he's stubborn that way. It was funny because it was SOO true! As long as I've known Stev, you could be arguing or discussing about something and he's CLEARLY wrong but he keeps going. If when he had walked in the door, I jumped down his throat and immediately began to argue with him or continued to give him the cold shoulder then he wouldn't have admitted that to me. I had to remove my pride and say "Hey let's talk about this." So if I have one regret from that summer is that I never did this with Cass. So the tension grew and it was that thick, as I couldn't be around her. Even Mike D, her cousin, when he first moved in as a subletter was like, "Cass why are you always angry?" In my head I was screaming, "EXACTLY!" However, I couldn't say this because if I even said, "Why" her and I would have been in an argument. Things were that bad. A few weeks ago, I was at the Porter/Ofilli wedding, and Stev was telling about he and Cass' trip to Chicago where they slept at Chin's sister's apartment that had no furniture. Stev turns to me and says, "Hmm! I wonder why you weren't there?" I'm thinking "Really? You asshole!" The reason I wasn't there is because I found out as they were leaving! I'm a housemate and I found out about this trip that were planning for 3 WEEKS mere hours before they were leaving. We went to Cedar Point with her dad and I found out about the trip the day before and it was only by luck that I got a sub off from work. The house would go to movies together, go eat together, go play volleyball together and I would ONLY know as they were coming back to the house. It felt very 4th "gradish" like I was purposely being excluded. Honestly, I was kind of mad at Stev because he was the only person I was telling any of this to, and I considered him a mutual friend, so I felt like he should have said something. Instead, he was "happy go lucky" Stev and so I held my tongue through all of this bullshit because I have my pride. I was doing a WORLD CLASS job of NOT exploding at Cass so I WAS NOT at the same time going to turn around and "beg" them to hangout. We were ONLY friends, what the fuck was I thinking. So when we moved out of 1502, I had ZERO intention of ever talking to Cass again and if you had been in my shoes, you would feel the same way or even worse. Fast forward to February of this year, and Amanda and I aren't talking for the first time. "I missed her like a blind archer," (Where's this quote from) and it was out of this angst that I began writing my novel "Galfing: A Young Man's Guide." If you can imagine I had NO intention of writing about Cass and if I had, then she would have gotten maybe a sentence. How I saw it, if the book takes off, we're going to gain some notoriety as "The 1502 gang." Why the fuck would I want to make Cass famous? However, as the words flowed out, I realized that we did TOO MUCH over the course of senior year, and I was truly touched by my time at 1502. I could have hated Cass to her core, but the fact remained that senior year, the BEST year of my life, would have been less special without her. Beyonce could have been our house mate and it wouldn't have been as special as with Cass, she was integral like every other member of 1502. I had to admit it. So fast forward to our Easter trip and I wanted to talk to her the entire weekend but couldn't find the chance. 


          The 6 of us sat in the family room and just enjoyed each others company through the night. Jane admitted that the "25 year old footballer" probably wasn't appropriate for her ( I was SOO proud). We had great talks such as how in a few years, an Indian man (red dot) will be the most populous on Earth. We talked about some of the differences between the college bubble and the real world. I tried to explain about Amanda. Then conversations switched to the "Naked Man" when out of the blue, E received a text that showed a naked black dude, holding his penis up to the mirror. He quickly sent another text apologizing for the picture, trying to make it seem that he was sending it to someone else. I IMMEDIATELY called BULLSHIT on that, and E confirmed this a few weeks later when he kept trying to hangout with her. However, in regards to the picture, dude was PACKING! I do ALRIGHT, but dude went under his kitchen sink and pulled out a PIPE, it was that big! However it begged the question, "What the fuck?" Did I miss a memo? What is this recent trend of dudes taking naked pictures of their penis' and sending it to females that aren't their wives or girlfriends? Kanye talked about it in that one song on My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy, that one senator had to resign because he got caught posting on Craigslist? Seriously, when did I miss the memo? If you do alright in the penile department, isn't that something that you would want to surprise the lady with and have her marvel at when you first got her naked? More than likely, all you've done is turn her off by sending her a picture of your dick, when you guys haven't even been on a date. If she's not EXTREMELY horny, that course of action doesn't work! Am I wrong? This entire discussion was hilarious, and I even told the story about when I turned down my "Naked Woman." The story made my book, but I was surprised that I had never told 1502. It happened from before I knew them, but stories like that reminded me that that "pre-1502" Michael O, is not a guy that they are intimately aware of, so that's one benefit of engaging in this whole writing process. Before the night ended, E suggested "No Pride Night," and I kept questioning "Why!?!?!" "No Pride Night" was a game that some guys had taught her and her friends where the object of the game was to find the ugliest people and hook up with them. The "winner" was the person who took the ugliest person home? Again WHY?!?! I could see me now, playing this game, "Oh woe is me. I'm loosing this game because my girl in not ugly. Oh no!" LMAO! Again WHY?!?!?! I laughed even harder when I told Stev, "Any night we play with Stann, you KNOW you're loosing because, he may be an Olympian, but even Stann would admit that on certain nights, he has NO FLOORS!" I'm DYING with laughter over here, remember RACHEL LMAO!!! I'm not trying to me be mean but I knew that she was "talented" when she out-chugged Wheeler, and threw down the beer can while letting out this MONSTROUS burp that gave me pause! I looked out of the corner of my eye, with half my beer still in the can like, "This girl gets taken home RARELY!" However,  Stann hops on thinking it's a sure thing and he showers her with attention ALL NIGHT. I'm watching him like, "What is WRONG with this man?" Stev eventually leaves with his girl and Wheeler does the same with his girl, so it was only Stann and I and he decideds to take her home. I walk with the group to the girl's house and as there was nothing for me at this house as these girls weren't "it," I simply sat on the porch swing to thumb through my phone to see who was up  at around 3 am (wink wink). About 8 minutes later, Stann BOLTS through the front door and I'm like "What what???" Apparently, he started making out with her, and as he went to take her clothes off, she said, "Wait. I don't do this on the first night!" Stann said, "What?!?!?" and ran out of the house like he was going for the gold! LMAO!!! I heard this and fell off the porch swing DYING with laughter! I caught myself enough to say, "Admittedly, I wouldn't have expected that one either, but WHY were you even with her???" LMAO!!! It was TOO funny! So if I were to ever play No Pride Night, you would have to put SERIOUS money on it! The night ended, and we greeted everyone goodbye. I didn't get to talk to Cass, however the next day, I got her number from Stev and told her how I felt because I truly loved her, her family, etc. I told her that I would never be a Wheeler towards her, but her and I were great once through all of the memories like when I sat in the living room and shared my high school diary with her, to when she became a woman, etc. I was satisfied with us going back to that, and she echoed the same sentiments. And in reading some of her blog posts from after our Easter trip I distinctively recall one post where she said something like, "I realize I DO have a great family!" I laughed of course because I've been saying this since DAY 1 so not to toot my own horn or anything (Fuck it! Toot Toot!!!) I'd like to think that I had a hand in this. All things considered, Easter Weekend, "The Last Hoorah" was an IMMENSE success.