I am so going to hell ... :)

I got sent to pick up this younger fella (about 24) one night about 2:15 am that needed to leave RIGHT NOW to get to the Plaid and grab s'more beer before they closed.

We were chatting about why he waited so late to do a beer run (Play Station) and why it was him instead if one of the other roommates that are running (rock, paper scissors) and then we got to chatting about my drawings (sketch book was on the seat when he hopped in).

Anyway, long story short, he wanted me to draw him a picture to be made into a tattoo. 4 horses of the Apocalypse. Apparently the name of the white rider is the same as his, in German or something of that nature. It stuck in my mind for a bit, then one day I decided to draw it. Turned out pretty cool IMHO (which is the only one you'll get as I didn't take any pictures) and a few days ago I decided to give it to him (I have the drawing in one of those tube things). It's been about 2 wks since I picked him up. One of his roomies answered the door ...

Me: Hey, is Chris here?

R1: Yeah. One second. Um, who are you?

Me: Trixie. I'm a ... friend of Chris'.

R1: Hunh. looking me up and down One second. CHRIS! yelling. There's a GIRL here to see you! to me Come on in.

Chris: COMING!

I sit down and his roomie is trying to come up w/some sort of conversation.

R1: So. You know Chris.

Me: Apparently.

R1: Um. How?

Me: We met not too long ago.

R1: Hunh. Wait ... are you the one he met a few days ago??

Me: Weeeelll, you could put it that way.

R1: No. I mean, are you ... THAT one?

Me: Possibly. You mean there's more than one?

Roomie # 2 walked out at this point and sat down.

R1: This is the chick that Chris met the other night.

R2: Reeeeeeally? Wow.

Me: "Chick"? Really? I bet he didn't even remember my name did he?

R2: Oh man ... we heard all about you!

Me: "All about"?? What exactly did he tell you?

R1: That you were here all night.

R2: And it took him all day to clean the house afterwards.

R1: And the screaming.

R2: Yeah. The screaming.

Me: Oh man he really did tell you about it, didn't he? I'm gonna kill him.

Then he came walking out. And of course, didn't remember me.

Me: Hi Baby. How you been? You recover ok?

He: Um. Hi. I'm ok. Um. Recover?

Me: From the other night. I thought you weren't going to tell anyone.

He: Uhhhhhm. Wait. Do I KNOW you??

His friends are watching us like a tennis match.

Me: Know me? Do you KNOW ME?? How could you FORGET me?

He: Uhhhhh

Me: And you DID tell them it was YOU that was doing all the screaming. Right? Man, that grape jelly made you come unGLUEd. It was so hot ...

He: Uhhhhh

Wow. This is fun ... poor boy is squirming and sweating ... it should be said that I am quite a bit older than he is. heh

Me: What? Not even a hug? After everything we did?

He: Iiiiiii ... he looks down at the tube I'm carrying

Me: You asked me to bring back the ... well ... I don't know if I can say it in front of your roommies ... but here. This is for you. I KNOW you want this, badly. I mean, you were begging me to bring it back. I hand it over to him. He looks almost afraid of touching it much less looking inside.

This was way too much fun. I took pity on him and told them what was going on. Kid almost collapsed in relief. ;)