Well, that was nice...

What a weekend!

So later on that lonesome Valentine's Day night, I got a call from one of my friend's, who has this sister that is beautiful and was going to be in town...

I've always teased her about her sister - you know, the "tell your sister I said Hi," and always asking "how's your sister," stuff. Her sister lives in Florida, which makes about a 12-hour driving distance complication, as far as a "relationship" goes, anyhow, I've only hung out with her a few times over the past 2-3 years, but she's a pretty cool chick.

My friend was telling me that her sister was going to be in town and wanted to know if I wanted to go to "the club" with them on Friday night. Hmm...a club. You see, Inept Boy is not a dancer. I just always felt awkward shaking ma-thang. Slow-dancing, I'm all about, but I'm a romantic, it's the 'other styles' which I never really could comprehend. Well, I figure, what the fuck, it could be fun. It would definitely be a whole lot more exciting than the vast amount of non-action or extracurricular activities in hick-ville. So, I told her I'd go.

I get into town late, again (same fucking delay at the airport last week on my Friday night), but I raced my bony-ass home from the aeropuerto, got showered/shaved, had some Taco Hell and a Red Bull, got my 'club-clothes' on and they picked me up.

I made a call to a friend to hook us up with free valet parking downtown. We got there, went to one bar/club where the bouncer actually remembered me from months back - which was a surprise, so gave me no hastle. My friend, her sister, and my friend's husband of course had to whip out the identification - I felt "cool" not being carded.

The club was pretty fucking dead, which was a surprise, because usually it was always shoulder-to-shoulder. The two girls were hoping for more excitement and some dance-action, so we ended up going to a different club a little bit further out.

I had never even heard of it, but it turned out to be pretty fucking awesome. We were of course drinking a bunch. There were some pretty bad-ass "breakers" dancing - as well as having 4 of the best djs in the city spinning. I told "the sister" about how I used to breakdance when I was a kid. And yes, I really did break when I was a kid. That was not a "line." I had my little pocket-instructional-manual, and my sheet of cardboard. Anyhow, she thought that was pretty cool, and wanted to see some of my moves. HA HA! Well, Inept Boy doesn't have those moves anymore, but...

She did convince me to dance. So I danced. Fucking crazy...I wasn't "that drunk," where I could get persuaded into dancing against my will, but somehow she worked her voodoo and I was shaking my thing. Only one other girl has been able to get me to dance before! You know who you are!

** Let me take you on a slight detour for a moment **

My friend and her sister are apparently very fond of this one particular song right now, by an artist called DJ Assault. Have you heard of him? The song that they love and have apparently singing almost 24-7 is simply called, "Ass n Titties."

Peep this video that some kid put on Youtube:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mkExUjwgaJs

So, yeah, that's the song. It's pretty amusing, actually. Definitely an old-school sound to it...

** Return to the story **

So, yeah, me and the sister were dancing/drinking and having a good time. Closing time hits and we're heading out for home. Original plan was for them to drop me back off at my apartment but I then got encouraged to go back to their house. Before we left, I was approached by an indigent and while I almost never give money away, for some reason, I did for this guy. I gave him $10 and he was sooo happy and gave me a hug. I told him to take care of himself and his brothers and he said that he would. He promised me that if we come down there again, he'd "wash my car." Anyhow...so I did a good deed.

Not even 5 minutes after leaving the club, my friend (the husband) got pulled over by the po-lice. This was going to be bad...right? You are probably picturing the scenario, us and a squad car, right? Well, broaden that picture to include SEVEN fucking black and whites and an unmarked as well. What the fuck!?

My buddy gets pulled out, we all get id'd and cops proceed to frisk and interrogate him while we're inside the car getting interrogated. Come to find out, that we have "different stories" because my buddy was telling the cops that he hadn't had anything to drink and his wife told one of the cops that he had "two beers." Cops said that he was going to be in a lot of trouble for lying. The girls are freaking out, I'm trying to keep it cool. I was sure that he was going to jail and we were going to get ticketed for P.I. - and the army that had surrounded us...it could have even been worse - when I was working downtown on the club/bar scene I saw these cops do a lot of shady shit. I saw people get arrested for nothing as well as cops beating people down. I was afraid that we were about to get our asses kicked.

Well, for whatever fucking reason, who knows...the cops let him/us go. I have no earthly idea why...maybe it was karma...and me giving the homeless dude a ten-er...or whatever...I do not have any idea why...I thought that they were going to follow us or something...surely.

So we went back to their house. On the drive home, the sister takes my hand to hold...which surprised me, and it took me way, way back. I had almost forgotten what it felt like to hold a girl's hand. It felt nice. (And the crowd goes awwwwww.)

We get back to the house, drink some more beers, and the husband and wife go to bed. Me and the sister then stayed up for another 3 hours talking and watching "Lilo & Stitch," and some Discovery Channel show about whales! (I can hear you laughing, but it was cool!) We were sitting pretty close, whatever, and the thought never came into my mind to "make a move," which my buddy teased me about the next morning when he found out that I didn't even try to kiss her. She did give me "the hug" before she went to bed though...hugs are nice too. (Awwwww.)

Oh well. I probably could have made a move, but...remember, this is Inept Boy here, I ain't got no game. I was just having a really nice time sitting down and talking with her.

Then, last night, I took a bunch of the friends out to dinner and she was there as well. One of my other friends was trying to get me to make a move on our waitress - she was definitely cute and was definitely flirting with me, but...you know. After dinner we all went to a friend's house to hang out, drink, and play Wii.

Then, it was time for them to go...we said our goodbyes, the sister hugged me again, thanked me for dinner, and I told her to have a safe drive home. Who knows when I'll see her again.

So all this kind of brings up my unfortunate luck of finding girls that I really get along with well - and just so happen to live far, far, away from me, thus making it highly, highly, improbable that any kind of relationship can ever be developed.

Well, fuck. So it goes.

Anyhow, I had a great weekend, and now, soon, it will be time to go back to Lonesome Hick-Ville...staying up late, waiting for that "wink."