Halloween Night

Okay so I had a great time last night for Halloween.

I went over to Jeremy's place around 2, and met his grandma, which was awkward of course. His son was there this weekend too. I took a short nap cause I had a headache and then ate some chicken fingers for dinner. We watched Constantine, which I brought over cause he had never seen it. He loved it though; I had forgotten how good it was.

Afterwards, we went over to his brother's house to go trick or treating. It was me, Jeremy, his son, his mom, his little sister, his brother and his wife, and their three tiny kids. The oldest, who was about three, kept tripping over stuff; she fell seven times. And when we got back to their house, the middle girl, about 1 year old, sat on my lap in her little giraffe costume. It was so cute.

His mom took us back to Jeremy's house for the bonfire party he was holding for Halloween and his roommate, Aubrey's, birthday. His friend Tim was over first. He's got two friends named Tim and I thought this was the one I hadn't met yet. So I asked Jeremy why he looked familiar, and he's like, he's the one who gave us a ride up to his place a few weeks ago. And Tim's right behind me, like, well how drunk were you that you don't rememer me? I was a little embarrased, but whatever.

So they built up the fire and at first it was mellow, just a few people around and some quite chatting. I was bundled up in Jeremy's giant coat and a cap. Then more people starting showing up around 11pm, some I knew and some I didn't. There were some girls I go to school with still dressed up in their Halloween costumes. And that kind of stuff goes on for a while.

Some guy tried to hit on me while Jeremy was in the house doing something for the longest time. It was really awkward cause he was asking me about my old man, meaning Jeremy, and I was like, wtf are you talking about? He eventually got the picture when Jeremy came back outside and claimed me back. He was a little pissed when I told him what the guy was doing but he got over it.

Then Aubrey finally shows up around 1 or so, the second 1pm after setting the clocks back. She brought some tequila and Kahlua. I was one of about three or four sober people out of maybe twenty, including the DDs. And there was a lot of smoking going on as well of course, and I even helped Jeremy roll a joint. He also showed me how to fix a broken cigarette. But anyway. She also brought some silly string. She didn't get me the first time she came around, but then she got it all up in my hair in a second sneak attack. So then Jeremy gets the bright idea to throw the empty can in the fire. It made a nice flame though. He was talking about the different kinds of gases in the cans when there was a little pop from the fire, and he said that he guessed it was an inery gas and that was all that was gonna happen. Then like 30 seconds later, there's a bang and I jumped so much. The can actually blew up. A girl's flipflop got blown off her foot and the leg didn't even move. But Jeremy got hit on his leg. He had a black mark on his jeans and a huge bruise this morning. It was actually pretty hilarious.

Party started winding down after awhile. People kept leaving and coming back, then other people would show up. Jeremy put Aubrey in charge outside while we went inside for a bit, and when we came back out, she had apparently gotten into it with one of the guys. Bloody nose and everything. But me and him never got the whole story on that so it's still a little weird. Finally everybody was gone around five am, except for the couple of people crashing at the house in the other room. Me and Jeremy stayed outside cleaning up a bit and we watched the sun rise. Finally went to bed around 6:30am and I got like 3 hours of sleep. We ate breakfast and his mom gave me a ride back over here not too long ago.

Things are going extremely well with me and him, despite everything against it. It's a good connection and I'm really looking forward to seeing where it goes.

And now I'm gonna take a nap. I still have some homework to do and I need to find something to eat. I got me some muchies, a bit of a contact high from last night. Later.