No, that's not true. I had the weekend off and so did Tyler, and it was his last one before he and most of our friends went into different sections and therefore began different schedules...so we all hung out Friday night. I smoked an entire cigarette by myself for the first time ever. We all got very drunk. And one of the guys got lost in Schenectady and I had to go find him in the middle of the night, phone to my ear and the other hand on my pepper spray.
vs.
Then Tyler and I spent all of Saturday out and about in Albany, and it was SUPER relaxing and fun, and we bought new clothes and wore them around. I got a fucking awesome Star Wars t-shirt, which I wore with a cute little skirt with stars and buckles on it, and nylons and schoolgirl heels. And even though I looked like Every Nerd's Dream Girl, I got approving (and the good kind of disapproving) looks from people of all ages, genders, and personalities. Tyler wore his awesome new leather jacket and his boots, and together we looked like the sexiest punk/nerd mashup of all time.
Later that evening a rock band playing at the bar we were at, in an homage to the hilarity that is shitty rap music, began to play "Rack City" by Tyga. For those of you who aren't aware, this is mine and Tyler's favorite shitty rap song. The words are something like:
Rack city bitch
rack rack city bitch
rack city bitch
rack rack city bitch
rack city bitch
rack rack city bitch
10s, 10s, 10s, 20s
and them 50s bitch
...and it is the most beautiful, heart-warming lyricism I think I've ever experienced.
Would you expect anything less of this guy? I mean really, only true poets wear backward snapback hats, massive gold chains, brown leather t-shirts and neck tattoos.
The awesome part is this: the singer didn't know all the words, so he appealed to the audience. He requested that someone who did know the words get up and sing them. Which Tyler did. Surprisingly well--I'm talking gangsta accent and everything--and with much applause.
I was very proud.
The guys also put in their requests for where they get stationed next...which hopefully we'll get one of the places we requested and not, like, Norfolk, Virginia. Or Norfuck, as we like to call it. Groten, Connecticut would also be bad, and frankly, I'm not a fan of anywhere in the South. No, I'd really like Bremerton, Washington, which is near Seattle (and therefore my family, Portland, hipsters, recycling, rain, and awesome music), or Guam or Hawaii (tropical paradise? yes please). But we'll see. You know how the Navy is...you often have no idea what's going on until it's pretty much happening.
I've also been writing again, which is huge, because besides a few poems here and there, I've had some terrible writer's block for probably over a year now. I had an idea for a novel last week and two days later I had written 50 pages. It's not one of my deeper, more poetic works by any stretch of the imagination...it's more like the way I write here on this blog. Funny, relatable, maybe a little girly. Fewer dick jokes and f-words, but there's definitely still a presence (otherwise it just wouldn't be me). I don't want to give too much away just yet, but I'm pretty sure anyone who enjoys my blog would also enjoy this book once it's finished. So, you have that to look forward to!
Sam out!
Live long and prosper.
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