My brother came to Colorado from California to visit last week, or so I thought. I didn't get a chance to see him, last Sunday or so, I was supposed to go roller skating with him, his girlfriend and I'm sure a few other people. I took the bus to Denver and as soon as I got off the bus, I remembered I forgot to write down Dan's number on my hand. No problem right? just look it up. Unlisted. We have caller ID on the phone at my house - but, of course, the phone broke (OK, I broke it, long story) so the caller ID hasn't been up and running for some time.
I am pitiful. In the bus station, I tried to concentrate and see if I can visualize the scribble of Dan's frickin number as I had written it months ago on the yellow lined paper with a bic pen..
861 .... 7435 yes!
no.
861.... 4357 yes!
no.
Cold calling never works, tried the phonebook again, still (surprised!) unlisted, tried 1-411, told myself never to make so many phone calls using a credit card. Tried to figure out Dan's girlfriend's last name, all I could think of is Whitacker.. Whitacker... the only Whitacker I knew was in Spain at the moment, and was a friend of Dhalia's, so no deal.
"No problem", says the idiot, "I'll just walk to Dan's house, its only... 2 miles away, they'll wait, I ... think I remember the street - well I at least know its a one way street going north..."
An hour later I realized how bad my memory of Denver was. I kept trying to retrace my steps from the only time I walked from Colfax, one of Denver's main streets, to Dan's house on... a street near it. It was right before a Murphy's Law/Misfits show and I was walking from Dan's house to the theater, not the other way around. I was also half drunk on cheap American beer (The only way to go for Murphy's Law) - probably the most drunk I've gotten in 4 years. I was as lost after the failed phone calling as the Misfits were horrible (read: bad, not ghoulish) that other day.
Up one block, down another, for at least 10 blocks. Fuck. I gave up. I was cold and felt like an idiot. So what else to do but go to the local adult superstore? Naturally it seems, Denver is choked full of em, and one right on Colfax called Kittie's. Kittie's East I believe, there's like four of them. Last year I bought a see-through shirt from Kitties South, Dhalia thought it looked cool, and I thought Dhalia was cool. This day, I wanted a copy of AVN (Adult Video News) A marketing person from the company told me something I created was being spotlighted - a computer program, not some smut - please. So what better to do than get the magazine, cut out the article and send it to my mother?
An alterate plan was established. All was not lost. Got what I thought was the right mag ($10.00 - #^*$!@) Got a bus back home two hours after I got off and flipped through the mag in secret at the back of the bus, quite a bit of racy material, but hey, its pretty much a mag about pornos. Good articles - really. I couldn't find any mention about me or my printed glory. It was a big magazine, so I'd have to check it again. Which I did. And again. I picked up the wrong mag I think. They publish like 4 different magazines with similar names. Of course.
I'm pissed I didn't catch my brother after he was a half hour away for an entire week. I'm pretty sure the conversation would go something like "what's up? What are you doing? What's up with that girl? Why aren't you in school at the moment? Are you having an financial difficulties? Hows the new skatepark? Come move with me and Tereasa to Hawaii! Learn to surf! I still suck at surfing, later bro!"
So it goes. All I wanted to do was go rollerskating. And I end up with a porno - the wrong porno.
