Now this is where things get interesting. There are a lot of people I am meeting so I have to change the names just to keep them all sorted out.
I am at This Is It Lounge,Walking in, I ask for a PBR, the bartender asks bottle, mug, or mason jar. I'm not really in the mood to ask so I tell her to surprise me. I was surprised with the mason jar. It's big, I like it.
Getting about the time that everyone should be showing up. I give a call to Link (not his real or hash name) I ask where he is and he said he's right outside. I am speaking to a person I've only emailed once on the internet but I have pretty good idea of his personality. I call him a dick and tell him I am a couple mason jars away from being drunk.
When I say everyone came in at the same time, they literally did, I asked 'Link' if they all rode one bus over together. He said it was almost true. There is a blur of people I met, some even knew I drove seventeen hundred miles to be there to hang out with them.
I am talking with 'Kevin' when walks in 'Sara' (I really hope this isn't her real name). I haven't seen Sara since July 2008, where I first met her, and she dislocated my shoulder. As being a victim of a dislocated shoulder several times before I was able to put it back in myself and move on. The dialogue between the two of us was quite funny.
Me, "You dislocated my shoulder two years ago at ______"
Sara, "Really?"
Me, "Yeah
Sara, "Why is this just coming up now? You want me to fuck you?"
Me, "No."
Sara, "Blowjob?"
Me, "Nope."
Things are fuzzy, so I maybe leaving out details. After this we go on trail. I spend most of the trail as DFL with Link. Were swapping stories as we have the same friends. Trail was quite uneventful.
We end up at another bar. I am really starting to notice a pattern here. Things were fuzzy but I was sobering up. There was food but I didn't have much interest in it. People were eating, and I was told there would be as much PBR as we wanted. I was in love.
People finished eating and then we had circle. Which is tough to explain but for 99% of circle I was in the middle drinking. Why I was being picked on I had no idea, it could be because I was drunk and loud.
After circle we started with Karaoke. I did not sing, but I did try to convince a few to do a Wu-Tang song. It didn't work out. But now we get into supposedly what happened. I was accused by some of being flirty with everyone, which I countered with I was being friendly, and I was being friendly with everyone. Ask the big biker dude at the bar.
Then there was another, Sara, who accused me of being very friendly with her. Now I am pretty good at not overstepping my bounds. And when I started to sober up, I was getting bored. But according to her she said it seemed as if I was there on a mission. I still deny this since I kept looking at my phone to see if my ex had called or texted me.
During this I step outside, for some weird reason I wanted to piss and change outside. So I go into a dark alley, pee and go back I run into Link. I said, we should call Germany. The person not the country. So Link dials him up, its 2 am in Colorado Springs, its 4 am on a Friday in North Carolina. Link is trying to talk and I am screaming in the background. I have no idea what I said. Probably calling him a loser for not being awake when we call. While I am screaming in the background I am also changing right in front of the bar.
Finally things are winding down, meaning its 2 am and they're telling us to get the fuck out. Sara asks me if I have a place to crash, I say no. She tells me I can crash at Grape's house. We go to find my Jeep. There are three other people in the car, myself, Sara, and Mary were all sober or sober enough. The one drunk in the car is the only local.
We end up using my phone to navigate to my Jeep. And head back to Grape's house. I grab my pillow and blanket. I end up for another couple hours watching TV. Also the couch I was crashing on wasn't long enough for me so every hour or so I would go to the floor and then back to the couch.
I slept for a few hours, more than I had slept in the past few days. After a while I was woken up. No hangover, I just wanted to sleep more. I grab a shower and we head to breakfast.
Breakfast was uneventful, the people I were following to the camp site needed to go to Wal-Mart first. I followed them over. Not much happened except for one thing that was said when we were leaving the store.
Mary said, "TJ, you climb mountains right?"
"Yes."
"Well if you play your cards right you may climb one of us this weekend."
Shocking would be an understatement.
After leaving the store, we went on a tour of Colorado Springs because the local had no idea where they were going. We arrive at the camp site, I set up my tent, help others set theirs up, I was only going to be there one night so I didn't have much to set up.
I quickly found the kegs of beer, even helped unload them. Then I saw a keg of Dos Equis, quite a shock to see at a camp out that was only $20. I found the nearest tap and plugged it in. But I kept hearing a sound like the tap was broken. Well it was a tap with four hoses coming out. One of the hoses was broken and beer was pouring out and then it quickly found its way to my mouth. We ended up plugging the leak.
At this point things get fuzzy again and I really only recall a few events in eight hours. The first being the bouncy castle being put up, I entered it several times and it was fun. The next being I was talking to Grape. She was sitting in her chair and the chair had a little foot rest on the end. I leaned on it and broke it. So I promised to buy her another chair and let her prop her feet up on my shoulders.
After those events it got dark. Someone said the bouncy castle was empty. It wasn't totally empty and we disturbed what fun they were having. We bounce around for a minute and I leave. Coming out of the bouncy castle someone has thrown their panties on top of my sandals. So I put them on over my clothes and walk back to the barn where everyone is. Of course everyone wants to know who they belong to, I am honest and say I have no idea but I found them on my sandals. Once I was grossing people out with them I took them off and threw them in a direction of people. that was the last I saw of them or heard about it.
The final thing I remember, I was heading to bed. I was grabbing a book and my lantern and heading to my one person tent. This thing is small. It plays a factor. So I am throwing things into my tent and Sara somehow sees me getting ready for bed. I was feeling a little hammered at the time. I know my skills for remembering conversations is lacking. I think I was making jokes about her shirt, she had a long sleeve shirt that said, "How many licks does it take?" And had the owl from the commercials on there.
I figured it was harmless jokes. I am leaning on my Jeep right now and she says something. I have no idea what, and so I say, "What?" I am being kissed on the lips. I am quickly overridden with guilt because I have an idea of where this is leading. I tell her I am about to go to bed and she says I will go with you and crawls into my tent before I do. I crawl in after her and we lay in there and talk for about ten minutes.
I have an idea, I know of a tent that is empty and not being used. I tell her I have my air mattress and we can crash in there. We head in there and crash out. We talked for a while but that was all that happened. I wish I could brag and say more happened but it didn't and I really didn't want anything to.
Where we were at the nights were nice and cool but as soon as the sun came up it was blistering hot. Soon as the sun hit the tent it was quite warm. I kind of roll around stretching. My clothes are still on as were hers. I start to throw on my shorts, I was sleeping in my boxers, when I get asked, "Who is Erica?"
Before I could think of what she had just asked, "I know she's your ex, it happened three weeks ago, and it was very public." The chick has resources. I told her that it was pretty much it and sorry if I thought she was Erica.
After this I head back to Denver and I started work. I know its anti-climatic but that's all that happened. Ever since I have started working I haven't done much of anything else.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
My trip to Denver Part 2
After leaving Rocky Mount I headed back home and began packing and getting everything in order for me to leave. Sadly things are still not in order. I left about 3 pm on a Tuesday. Heading west. My goal was to go I40, I24, I57, and then finally I70 for a long time.
I left Brown Summit, with my next stop already planned in Hickory, NC. I had some paperwork to drop off to my ex-wife, get it notarized, and all that fun stuff. She showed up with her new significant other because you know that's not awkward. It was quite uneventful, except for her girlfriend asking me to call her when I made it to Colorado.
Taking off from Hickory I hit the road and hard. My next stop was Knoxville, TN for fuel. While there I grabbed a burger to go from Ruby Tuesday that made me incredibly sick but I kept driving with the occasional stop to throw up. I had to be in Kansas City at 1 pm the next day. This meant I was driving all night, no big deal for me as I have been used to driving at night for the last few years.
The sun began to set when I was hitting Nashville, TN. I flew the Music City without any trouble. In less than a hundred miles I was in Kentucky. I was starting to get sleepy. I pulled into a truck stop a couple miles past the Tennessee and Kentucky border. I should mention I used to live in this area as a kid. My dad was stationed at Fort Campbell, KY. I've been through there a couple times as an adult, but it was late and no time for sight seeing.
I slept in my Jeep for a few hours, when I was packing I made sure to keep the space behind the drivers seat clear so I could lean it back to sleep. I want to say it was about 1 am Eastern when I finally got back up. I drove all the way to I57 in Illinois where I stopped for fuel again. I should have filled up in Kentucky, I forgot about how high the fuel tax is in Illinois. I only put in enough to get me to Missouri, so I could fill up there at a cheaper price.
I hit St Louis, while making a few jokes about East St Louis to myself, about 6 am local time I think. Don't hold me to that, traffic sucked I do remember that. And the ex-girlfriend called, I think the trip is a little blurry, after she called my ex-wife called. First thing I said was, "What is this? The morning of Girls I used to fuck calling me?" I got bitched at for the next ten minutes about how she wasn't just a girl I used to fuck. I didn't argue.
Once out of St Louis and the bitch storm that ensued I picked up speed across Missouri. It was there that I discovered what a cool state Missouri is. I stop at the gas station/Jack in the Box. I haven't had Jack in the Box in years. I am still not sure what is in their beef tacos or even if its really meat but I always order it. But at this gas station I made my discovery, they sell liquor in them. Not a large selection but enough to get the job done.
From there it wasn't long before I was in Kansas City. I got to see how fucked up my social life would be from this schedule. I would be working Wednesday, Thursday, Saturday, and Sunday. Well here is how it would go, I will leave Wednesday or Saturday at 5:40 pm and drive to Stuart, IA stay there fifteen hours and drive back. For those that have never been to Stuart, IA it has a population of 1,722. My choices for food are McDonalds, Burger King, and Subway. To say the least I was not happy.
I had coordinated with some people in Kansas City to go and hang with them while I was there. I think we were supposed to meet at 7 pm. I was there around 4 pm, luckily we were meeting in a bar. I ended up reading a book at a bar and drinking a couple beers over the next few hours. I quickly spotted the people I was meeting with at around 6 pm. Nice they showed up early.
Now for my loved ones this part gets a little more interesting, feel free to skip it if you want. I will mark the end in red.
For those paying attention it is now Wednesday night, the last time I had a shower was a little over 24 hours ago. Now I'm not a scumbag, I spent my last weekend in North Carolina with my ex-girlfriend I could not go and hook with someone less than a week later. But I was looking for a bed and a shower. Mainly a shower. I could sleep on the floor at this point.
We started trail, if you don't know what I mean by that please go here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/hash_house_harriers It was quite an easy trail, mainly just walking around a few blocks and ending up at another bar. Because it was an easy trail I was wearing my kilt. I quickly found out the single women, there was one. And I could tell immediately that it wasn't happening.
Ending up at another bar we went out back for circle (see wiki). Before circle began a woman came up to me who will remain anonymous. I have no idea what I said, if anything, she lifted her kilt in front of me. All I could think to say was, "That's nice."
During circle things began to go a little slow, so I started speaking up. Bad idea, I ended up drinking about six beers in the hour we were there. Going back to the bar, I saw that my plan was not working so I was talking to a girl at the bar. Supposedly from witnesses I was working really hard. I was hammered and really don't remember. Like I said my goals in life at this point was a shower, and somewhere other than my Jeep to sleep. I didn't succeed and ended up staying in my Jeep again.
Waking up at about 4 am, I was wide awake, I had no idea of the neighborhood I was in. I looked around for a long time trying to get a bearing on where I was. Finally feeling like no one was watching I get out of my jeep and duck behind a building to go pee. I scurry back to the Jeep and lock the doors. I ended up finding a number in my hat. I threw it away, I don't think I've said it before but still being in love with your ex-girlfriend buts a damper on my future actions.
I end up driving to Topeka, where I crashed for another four hours. I get up to see I will be in Colorado Springs a few hours earlier than what I need to be. The trip to Colorado Springs is about as memorable as driving across Kansas can be. I was about 60 miles from the border when I get a call from my ex-wife, shes bitching at me because I haven't called in a few days. Not really sure why I am supposed to call her all the time on my trip out.
I stop in Limon, CO to grab a shower. The trip from Limon to Colorado Springs seemed to take forever, or it was the altitude messing with my head. I get to Colorado Springs and a place called This Is It Lounge. I park my Jeep, walk inside and check the time. I got a few hours to go, glad I brought my book and I'm in a bar.
I left Brown Summit, with my next stop already planned in Hickory, NC. I had some paperwork to drop off to my ex-wife, get it notarized, and all that fun stuff. She showed up with her new significant other because you know that's not awkward. It was quite uneventful, except for her girlfriend asking me to call her when I made it to Colorado.
Taking off from Hickory I hit the road and hard. My next stop was Knoxville, TN for fuel. While there I grabbed a burger to go from Ruby Tuesday that made me incredibly sick but I kept driving with the occasional stop to throw up. I had to be in Kansas City at 1 pm the next day. This meant I was driving all night, no big deal for me as I have been used to driving at night for the last few years.
The sun began to set when I was hitting Nashville, TN. I flew the Music City without any trouble. In less than a hundred miles I was in Kentucky. I was starting to get sleepy. I pulled into a truck stop a couple miles past the Tennessee and Kentucky border. I should mention I used to live in this area as a kid. My dad was stationed at Fort Campbell, KY. I've been through there a couple times as an adult, but it was late and no time for sight seeing.
I slept in my Jeep for a few hours, when I was packing I made sure to keep the space behind the drivers seat clear so I could lean it back to sleep. I want to say it was about 1 am Eastern when I finally got back up. I drove all the way to I57 in Illinois where I stopped for fuel again. I should have filled up in Kentucky, I forgot about how high the fuel tax is in Illinois. I only put in enough to get me to Missouri, so I could fill up there at a cheaper price.
I hit St Louis, while making a few jokes about East St Louis to myself, about 6 am local time I think. Don't hold me to that, traffic sucked I do remember that. And the ex-girlfriend called, I think the trip is a little blurry, after she called my ex-wife called. First thing I said was, "What is this? The morning of Girls I used to fuck calling me?" I got bitched at for the next ten minutes about how she wasn't just a girl I used to fuck. I didn't argue.
Once out of St Louis and the bitch storm that ensued I picked up speed across Missouri. It was there that I discovered what a cool state Missouri is. I stop at the gas station/Jack in the Box. I haven't had Jack in the Box in years. I am still not sure what is in their beef tacos or even if its really meat but I always order it. But at this gas station I made my discovery, they sell liquor in them. Not a large selection but enough to get the job done.
From there it wasn't long before I was in Kansas City. I got to see how fucked up my social life would be from this schedule. I would be working Wednesday, Thursday, Saturday, and Sunday. Well here is how it would go, I will leave Wednesday or Saturday at 5:40 pm and drive to Stuart, IA stay there fifteen hours and drive back. For those that have never been to Stuart, IA it has a population of 1,722. My choices for food are McDonalds, Burger King, and Subway. To say the least I was not happy.
I had coordinated with some people in Kansas City to go and hang with them while I was there. I think we were supposed to meet at 7 pm. I was there around 4 pm, luckily we were meeting in a bar. I ended up reading a book at a bar and drinking a couple beers over the next few hours. I quickly spotted the people I was meeting with at around 6 pm. Nice they showed up early.
Now for my loved ones this part gets a little more interesting, feel free to skip it if you want. I will mark the end in red.
For those paying attention it is now Wednesday night, the last time I had a shower was a little over 24 hours ago. Now I'm not a scumbag, I spent my last weekend in North Carolina with my ex-girlfriend I could not go and hook with someone less than a week later. But I was looking for a bed and a shower. Mainly a shower. I could sleep on the floor at this point.
We started trail, if you don't know what I mean by that please go here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/hash_house_harriers It was quite an easy trail, mainly just walking around a few blocks and ending up at another bar. Because it was an easy trail I was wearing my kilt. I quickly found out the single women, there was one. And I could tell immediately that it wasn't happening.
Ending up at another bar we went out back for circle (see wiki). Before circle began a woman came up to me who will remain anonymous. I have no idea what I said, if anything, she lifted her kilt in front of me. All I could think to say was, "That's nice."
During circle things began to go a little slow, so I started speaking up. Bad idea, I ended up drinking about six beers in the hour we were there. Going back to the bar, I saw that my plan was not working so I was talking to a girl at the bar. Supposedly from witnesses I was working really hard. I was hammered and really don't remember. Like I said my goals in life at this point was a shower, and somewhere other than my Jeep to sleep. I didn't succeed and ended up staying in my Jeep again.
Waking up at about 4 am, I was wide awake, I had no idea of the neighborhood I was in. I looked around for a long time trying to get a bearing on where I was. Finally feeling like no one was watching I get out of my jeep and duck behind a building to go pee. I scurry back to the Jeep and lock the doors. I ended up finding a number in my hat. I threw it away, I don't think I've said it before but still being in love with your ex-girlfriend buts a damper on my future actions.
I end up driving to Topeka, where I crashed for another four hours. I get up to see I will be in Colorado Springs a few hours earlier than what I need to be. The trip to Colorado Springs is about as memorable as driving across Kansas can be. I was about 60 miles from the border when I get a call from my ex-wife, shes bitching at me because I haven't called in a few days. Not really sure why I am supposed to call her all the time on my trip out.
I stop in Limon, CO to grab a shower. The trip from Limon to Colorado Springs seemed to take forever, or it was the altitude messing with my head. I get to Colorado Springs and a place called This Is It Lounge. I park my Jeep, walk inside and check the time. I got a few hours to go, glad I brought my book and I'm in a bar.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
My trip to Denver Part 1
I've been wanting to write down my trip to Denver. It was a very interesting trip, saying good-bye to friends and making new friends. In six days I covered 3,093 miles, met more people than I could remember their names, even then I have changed the names to protect the not so innocent.
Starting with the beginning, some people may not like that I am giving the whole story it may be edited, I was in Wilmington, NC. My girlfriend had suddenly broken up with me and I left without haste. My original plan was to go to Fayetteville, NC to hang out with friends. I called a friend in Fayetteville, on the verge of tears letting him know I was coming. He said it was cool to come over he was just hanging out at the house.
On my way I called an ex-girlfriend who owed me a trip to the dueling piano bar. I explained what happened. Being the good friend she asked questions, let me know where I went wrong. I showed up and drove out to the bar. While parking she gets a call from a "friend" who only calls on Saturday nights after ten to see what she is doing for the night. She explains that she is going out to hang out with me and she will talk to him later. She thanks me for unknowingly causing jealousy.
At the bar we have a good time, the place is already packed. I score some seats by some people that were leaving. We ended up drinking a couple fishbowls, about a sixty-four ounce drink, and then a few beers. She was questioning my taste in music as how I knew all the country songs that were being sung. We kissed a few times, but only after hearing a song that reminded us of what we once shared.
I was supposed to be the DD, I ended up drinking more than her and I was still sober. That happens when she is 4'11" and ninety pounds. I ended up carrying her to the car over my shoulder. I'm glad she was wearing pants. Driving back to her place I ask her if she wants me to grab my air mattress so I can crash on the floor. She said its cool to crash in the bed. As many of you don't know she has a pit-bull who thinks that she is my girlfriend and slept in between us all night. Nothing even came close to going on, its not the first time we've crashed in the same bed after breaking up.
Getting up early the next morning I was feeling down and the only thing I wanted to do was to be out of there. I was getting ready she asked me if I was going to run with Sir Walters. I told her no, I was just going home. Plus my ex was going to be there. I take off quickly, not knowing it will probably be the last time I ever see her.
On my way back to Greensboro I remember talking to a friend a few days before that they were driving to Fayetteville. I make contact with them and they tell me where to meet them. I skip on the breakfast and crash out in the back of the van for the trip down. Once arriving in Fayetteville, the ex-girlfriend shows up. My heart sinks in a way that is not normally possible, except for when caused by a woman.
The trail that day was uneventful in terms of no personal issues except for opening a dialogue between the two of us. My ride leaves early, on the way back I am concerned with what she has to say to me. She ends up calling about 10 minutes before I at my car. I wait until I am in my car to start that conversation. I am not trying to focus on the negatives in this posting. Why bring up bad feelings?
I get back home and I check on my company's website at open job positions. I see a new one that was posted on Saturday for Denver, Colorado. Early Monday morning I call the company recruiter about the job. She told me the job wasn't open, I told her its on the public website. She takes down my information.
An hour later the Kansas City Terminal Manager calls me to talk to me about the position. We talk and he says it sounds good. Asks when I can be out here. I give him the date of June 2nd. Thinking I would be able to keep my position until a few days before I have to leave. Sadly this wasn't the case and my company hung me out to dry. I am still not happy about it. I did work that Monday night, and Tuesday when I got done I was given my paperwork to sign. I was now Kansas City's problem.
The events leading up to me leaving are quite boring. A lot of waiting and packing, one thing I will mention is the weekend before I left. I was dropping my cat and a few other things off with my ex, the last one not the piano bar one, I knew she would take care of him and I had to put Phoenix's welfare above my own feelings.
I dropped him off Friday night, again I am not trying to bring up negative feelings so Friday night will be skipped. Saturday we had a trail where myself and the ex walked most of the trail.
What we talked about I am not sure, I do remember trying to make myself feel better. I kept telling her about what we will do when she moves out to Denver with me.
We hang out with various people over the course of Saturday, ending with a barbecue at one her friend's houses. Sometime Saturday she asks me if we can ride together to Fayetteville in the morning. It's way out of the way for me, but I know she just wants to be around me for a little longer before I leave.
On the way to Fayetteville Sunday morning we hit tremendous amounts of rain. The trail in Fayetteville is what it is. Nothing special about it. After trail I do not remember much about it, and have to think deeply about what happened. It started to pour down rain again while we were in a Mexican restaurant. I didn't have much of an appetite.
Leaving I said good bye to everyone that had hung around for dinner. Driving back to Rocky Mount I have no idea what we talked about. Trying as hard as I can I can't remember one thing that was said.
Getting back to Rocky Mount I was thinking about the drive home when she told me I could crash there. We ended up sleeping with her on top of the blankets with my poncho liner and me under the blankets. Why? I can't remember.
The next morning she was getting ready for work and I was still sleeping. Eventually I had to get up and leave. As we were saying our good byes in the driveway I was able to hold things together until we kissed for that last time. I lost it and went quickly to my car. I composed myself and started to drive. She had already left, I was a few minutes behind but I saw her backing into her parking space at work.
I was alone now.
Starting with the beginning, some people may not like that I am giving the whole story it may be edited, I was in Wilmington, NC. My girlfriend had suddenly broken up with me and I left without haste. My original plan was to go to Fayetteville, NC to hang out with friends. I called a friend in Fayetteville, on the verge of tears letting him know I was coming. He said it was cool to come over he was just hanging out at the house.
On my way I called an ex-girlfriend who owed me a trip to the dueling piano bar. I explained what happened. Being the good friend she asked questions, let me know where I went wrong. I showed up and drove out to the bar. While parking she gets a call from a "friend" who only calls on Saturday nights after ten to see what she is doing for the night. She explains that she is going out to hang out with me and she will talk to him later. She thanks me for unknowingly causing jealousy.
At the bar we have a good time, the place is already packed. I score some seats by some people that were leaving. We ended up drinking a couple fishbowls, about a sixty-four ounce drink, and then a few beers. She was questioning my taste in music as how I knew all the country songs that were being sung. We kissed a few times, but only after hearing a song that reminded us of what we once shared.
I was supposed to be the DD, I ended up drinking more than her and I was still sober. That happens when she is 4'11" and ninety pounds. I ended up carrying her to the car over my shoulder. I'm glad she was wearing pants. Driving back to her place I ask her if she wants me to grab my air mattress so I can crash on the floor. She said its cool to crash in the bed. As many of you don't know she has a pit-bull who thinks that she is my girlfriend and slept in between us all night. Nothing even came close to going on, its not the first time we've crashed in the same bed after breaking up.
Getting up early the next morning I was feeling down and the only thing I wanted to do was to be out of there. I was getting ready she asked me if I was going to run with Sir Walters. I told her no, I was just going home. Plus my ex was going to be there. I take off quickly, not knowing it will probably be the last time I ever see her.
On my way back to Greensboro I remember talking to a friend a few days before that they were driving to Fayetteville. I make contact with them and they tell me where to meet them. I skip on the breakfast and crash out in the back of the van for the trip down. Once arriving in Fayetteville, the ex-girlfriend shows up. My heart sinks in a way that is not normally possible, except for when caused by a woman.
The trail that day was uneventful in terms of no personal issues except for opening a dialogue between the two of us. My ride leaves early, on the way back I am concerned with what she has to say to me. She ends up calling about 10 minutes before I at my car. I wait until I am in my car to start that conversation. I am not trying to focus on the negatives in this posting. Why bring up bad feelings?
I get back home and I check on my company's website at open job positions. I see a new one that was posted on Saturday for Denver, Colorado. Early Monday morning I call the company recruiter about the job. She told me the job wasn't open, I told her its on the public website. She takes down my information.
An hour later the Kansas City Terminal Manager calls me to talk to me about the position. We talk and he says it sounds good. Asks when I can be out here. I give him the date of June 2nd. Thinking I would be able to keep my position until a few days before I have to leave. Sadly this wasn't the case and my company hung me out to dry. I am still not happy about it. I did work that Monday night, and Tuesday when I got done I was given my paperwork to sign. I was now Kansas City's problem.
The events leading up to me leaving are quite boring. A lot of waiting and packing, one thing I will mention is the weekend before I left. I was dropping my cat and a few other things off with my ex, the last one not the piano bar one, I knew she would take care of him and I had to put Phoenix's welfare above my own feelings.
I dropped him off Friday night, again I am not trying to bring up negative feelings so Friday night will be skipped. Saturday we had a trail where myself and the ex walked most of the trail.
What we talked about I am not sure, I do remember trying to make myself feel better. I kept telling her about what we will do when she moves out to Denver with me.
We hang out with various people over the course of Saturday, ending with a barbecue at one her friend's houses. Sometime Saturday she asks me if we can ride together to Fayetteville in the morning. It's way out of the way for me, but I know she just wants to be around me for a little longer before I leave.
On the way to Fayetteville Sunday morning we hit tremendous amounts of rain. The trail in Fayetteville is what it is. Nothing special about it. After trail I do not remember much about it, and have to think deeply about what happened. It started to pour down rain again while we were in a Mexican restaurant. I didn't have much of an appetite.
Leaving I said good bye to everyone that had hung around for dinner. Driving back to Rocky Mount I have no idea what we talked about. Trying as hard as I can I can't remember one thing that was said.
Getting back to Rocky Mount I was thinking about the drive home when she told me I could crash there. We ended up sleeping with her on top of the blankets with my poncho liner and me under the blankets. Why? I can't remember.
The next morning she was getting ready for work and I was still sleeping. Eventually I had to get up and leave. As we were saying our good byes in the driveway I was able to hold things together until we kissed for that last time. I lost it and went quickly to my car. I composed myself and started to drive. She had already left, I was a few minutes behind but I saw her backing into her parking space at work.
I was alone now.
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