I heart ugly
another Idaho tidbit.
Jack is visiting his parents from Harvard. Hannah is visiting her mom from Olympia. We were miserable together in high school, (Jack typed all my english papers from sophomore year on, Hannah and I had an intricate cheating system for vocabulary and required reading tests), and we are together and miserable again.
Cruising around Coeur D Alene in my mom's huge minivan, listening to Connie Francis wonder where the boys are, eating Necco Wafers and trying to find someplace to be. We are excused from the local gay bar for not having appropriate ID, so we end up where everyone ends up. Dennys.
I spent a good portion of my high school weeknights drinking raspberry ice tea and eating seasoned fries with ranch dressing in that very Dennys. They remodeled it during my senior years, so we moved our parties of 15 to Shari's, where we were booted out at least once every two weeks. Dennys doesnt really give a shit what you do.
A guy I was pretty good friends with (nate) was waiting tables. I was reminded of a moment in my pickup truck when I was sixteen when nate asked me if he could touch my boob for a second. I said sure, which resulted in a noise similar to that of Homer Simpson thinking about doughnuts. James, who was sitting in between us, got a little annoyed and socked nate in the ribs. Thats just a little history for you. Nate used to be something of a very squishy stoner, but he looked pretty good now. Amazing what growing up can do.
Jack and Hannah and I talked about whether lesbians had traditional "top or bottom" roles and whether it would be possible to simply sit in on classes at Harvard until you were smart enough to go there.
Nate stopped by to talk for a second, conversation went something like this.
n: "Hey everybody. Everything all right?"
s: "Sure. Sit down for a second. How's school?"
n: "Pretty good. I'll be done with NIC this year. When are you going back to Seattle"
s: "Sunday morning. I'm so excited to go home. Wanna make out?"
n: "Sure, anytime tomorrow. I'll give you my number. I've got to go check on that table of goths. Do you guys need more water?"
I'm a firm beliver in kissing on vacation, and the long since failed Long Shot Plan would have ended the next day. I felt the need to commemerate my efforts. There was a great deal of comfort in the moment of clarity I had just experienced with Nate. For the first time in a long time, I really felt like I was on the same low-impact, non-commital, no-repricussions plane with someone.
After Dennys, Jack and Hannah and I proceeded to go to K-Mart, because it was open all night, and I wanted to see if they had really long tube socks with stripes on them that I could make into a birthday dress for Hannah. They didnt. Know what they did have? Underoos. Spiderman and Superman and Pokemon underoos. For fat kids. So they fit.
Now, I know that wearing little kid underwear is a little strange. It wasnt an act of perversion, it was an act of super prowess. Hannah got Superman, Jack got Pokemon, and I bought Spiderman. It was 3 in the morning by this time. We put them on in the minivan, and simultaneously burst out of the vehicle for a fucking freezing run around the parking lot shouting superhero catch phrases and falling over with laughter.
I know this sounds too weird to be true and I'm kind of surprised that I'm telling you, but Idaho is a strange place.
...and it was pretty fucking funny to be riding around in my moms van in superhero underpants and T-shirts.
Posted by sonya at November 27, 2001 04:38 PM