Bad ending at Bosque Beach

So I'm back again with another crazy story. This one's from college. I really, really wish that I could remember every single detail from this one. It cracks me up every time I remember it. It involves me and three of my crazy friends. In order for you to really appreciate this story, you need to know a little about each person's character.

Let's start off with my good friend Robette. These are real names now, people. No aliases. Robette is a close family friend. She likes to tell people that we're first-degree cousins, though we have no blood relation whatsoever. But I feel that Robette is as good as a blood relation - that's how close we are. She is 3 years older than me, and has always been protective of me. I know her because she used to be classmates with my real cousin way back when they were in high school :) Robette used to be a little uptight. She loves having fun, but she always needs to stay on the safe side. No wild behavior for Robette (at least, not back then). 

Next there's Annalyn. Let's just call her Ann. She is also 3 years older than me (I always hung out with an older crowd), and she is the total opposite of Robette. She loved to party in college, do a little drugs, sleep with guys, just your typical, average college girl. I met her when we were both neophytes for a sorority called Beta Sigma (female version - the guy version is Beta Sigma). I eventually dropped out before I became an official Sigman. Ann went all the way. Ann has a very husky voice, is loud and has a boisterous laugh, and she likes to hit/slap guys on the arm or on the back when she's close to them. It's an annoying habit. 

Last, there's Jahren. We call him Jazz. He's a homosexual, (but wasn't all out back then). He's funny, smart, charming, always smells nice, and likes to look good. He's also thin and bears an extraordinary resemblance to a Filipino singer (the lead in the band Cueshe). Jazz has been chased in the mall a couple times because girls actually thought he was the guy from Cueshe.

Back in the day, the four of us hung out ALL the time. We chain-smoked every day and drank lots of beer. (Ew on the beer belly!) We partied all the time and sometimes went out with my crew, The Fox Society. The Fox are a group of teens/young adults who like to race on motorcycles. We'll talk all about them another time.

Rubette and Jahren used to live with me in my apartment in Pulantubig. This apartment is freaking hilarious, but more on that next time. Ann used to crash with us whenever she was in town, which was quite often back then. One night, we decided to go to this seaside bar called Bosque, which had pool tables. We went with two of my buds from the Fox, Andy and Dodong, and Jazz brought along his friend Jethro (yes, like the Beverly Hillbillies Jethro). He was a nice guy that Jazz stayed with for a couple weeks before moving in with me. By this time, Jazz was living in my place with me and Rubette.

So it was the seven of us at Bosque Beach. After shooting some pool, we decided to relax in the back of the bar by the beach. There is a little nook where you can chill at one of the outside tables facing the beach with the sea breeze ruffling your hair. It's an awesome place to chill. During low tide you could walk down the stone steps and stroll along the sand. But since we were there at night time, the tide had already risen. We started getting buzzed. I suggested that we play Truth or Dare - Spin the Bottle. I know what you're thinking. It's either one or the other, right? Well I had my own version in college where you spin the bottle to choose who you're going to dare or ask the truth. We did have rules like no feeling up below the belt or underneath clothes. Kissing had to be a minimum of 10 seconds (one one-thousand, two one-thousand...) So we all ended up kissing each other and it was all in good fun because we're all really good friends and there was nothing weird or romantic about it.

The funny stuff happened when we got back to the apartment. Since everybody was totally drunk, we all crashed at my place. I slept in my room. I can't remember if Rubette was with me or out in the living room. I think she was with me. My memory's kind of fuzzy - I need to get the four of us together again and get all the details. What I do remember is being woken up by Robette and Jazz yelling and freaking out. 

I ran out of the room to see what the heck was going on. Jazz was in his briefs. The bamboo couches (yes, this is the PI after all) had been dragged together in what appeared to be a makeshift bed. The door was wide open. I had to shake my head awake cuz I was still feeling boozy. Jazz suddenly rushed out the front door and starts running down the driveway and out to the street in his freaking undies. I was like, Crap! What the hell is that all about?! Rubette and I had to haul ass and drag Jazz back to the apartment. He was so upset.

Turns out that Jazz had tried to make a move on his friend Jethro, who turned out to be 100% straight. Jethro freaked out and ran out the door. I have no idea how he got home at 2am and his house was pretty far. 

Apparently, Jethro had crashed on one of the bamboo sofas. Jazz got nekkid and pulled the other sofa next to him and did whatever he wanted to do to get Jethro's attention - I have no idea, I did NOT ask! I probably will one of these days, though.

Poor Jazz, we had to console him after that. Ah, the bitter sting of rejection. Ann and I went over to Jethro's house the next day after that and apologized for Jazz's behavior. He was ok, but he never wanted to hang out with us again as long as Jazz was there. Poor dude. After that, Ann got his number and kept inviting him whenever she could. Turns out that she started developing this little crush on him after the crazy night of T.O.D.-S.T.B. I remember her tongue was down his throat for more than 15 seconds at one point, and Jazz had on a brave face. Well, we had no idea then that he liked the guy! We thought they were close friends or something because Jazz had lived at the dude's place for a while. And he didn't say a word when Ann was dared to french Jethro those four times! I think he was actually goading her like the rest of us. (I think.)

Anywho, that's enough for this entry. This was just one of the funnier nights we had back in college. More to come! Out!

Busy Biotch with a new juicy story to uncover from her past!

My boss has kept me SO busy this week. I've been having a huge headache almost every afternoon. I didn't even have time to drop a line to tell you guys that I'm busy :( Sorry about that.

I'm drinking lots of Green Tea every day because I read somewhere that it's chock full of anti-oxidants and it's good for the skin. My coworker taught me how to make Turkish-style steamed vegetables with chili flakes. Yum yum! Tried it out and the hubby loved it. Plus, it's cheap to make :)

Anyway, today I'm busy sending out my resume to every company in the Media City directory because I just love this area - it's close to my home, and my husband and I have been working in this area for years now so it's just really convenient cuz I don't have to drive myself. We're also thinking of moving to a new, cheaper apartment, but we know by now that there's no such thing as "cheap" in Dubai. This is, after all, the 7th most expensive city in the world. Yikes. What are we doing here again?!

So my problem is that by November 12th I will be finished with my temp contract at the company I'm currently working in, and I still don't know where I'll be working next. It's such a pain having to look for a job. The thing is, if I don't get a job right after my temp gig, my husband and I won't be able to afford the apartment we're in now. I'm trying to sell as much stuff as I can on Souq, but there's only so much stuff to sell, y'know? More than 3/4 of my paycheck goes to my bills. I'm stuck with massive credit card debt, a personal loan that will take 3 years to pay off, and if I don't find a job, I'm afraid the banks will come after me. It is not a good thing to be in jail in the Middle East. Recession sucks. So hard to find a good job these days. Because of the bad financial state we're in at the moment, I am going to post a donation button on this site, and on my profile page. Maybe some kind human beings will take pity on a hard-working individual who might get thrown out on the street or go to jail if she doesn't get a job ASAP. Even $1 helps. Please find the donation button below:

So, I've been thinking about which juicy story I should remember from my past for this entry. There are just so many! I've decided to go with a very tame one for now.

This one's from way back in the past, even before I went to the PI for college. It was me, one of my best friends Jamie, her boyfriend, and another guy friend. The funny thing is I can't even remember if the guy friend was my boyfriend or not because it was so long ago! I just remember that there were four of us. We were in Georgetown in Washington, DC. We always liked to skip school (back then we were freshmen at J.E.B. Stuart High School). One night we got in a friend's car (it was either Jamie's boyfriend's car or the other guy), and got someone to buy us alcohol (because we were too young), and we drove to the Exorcist Steps. This is where they filmed the original movie The Exorcist. The actual house is a few yards away from the top of the stairs. We went there at night, got drunk and got a little rowdy. One of the guys was walking on the top of the ledge. It was and still is a really freaky place. Especially at night! One of us swore we saw something. We ran down those steps super fast! And that's a lot of stairs! One thing though, I was amazed by the amount of graffiti all over the stairs. Of course, we left our names as well :)

A couple nights later, Jamie's boyfriend sneaked out of the house in the middle of the night, stole his mom's car and picked us up. We made it halfway to Georgetown before his mom called on the car phone and told us we were busted. Turns out his mom called the cops on him, so when he got home the cops arrested him and took him to juvy. We didn't see him for months. Needless to say, Jamie was devastated. Her boyfriend's name was Kelly, and damn if he wasn't hot! He was two years older than us, and he was living with his mom, who was an artist. They were pretty well off. I remember his bedroom having a water bed and his wall was painted in awesome colorful splotches by his mom. Jamie was lucky :) She cried for days when Kelly went away, though. That really sucked. Man, the stories she used to tell me about her and Kelly. Like he used to do her on the counter in the basement (the whole basement was her private domain - she made it into a bedroom with lots of entertainment!), while she drank water. I was like, why would you drink water while doing it?!

So that's just one of the little stories I have from my past. Not very entertaining, huh? Well, you're in for some crazy stuff. Don't say I didn't warn ya. Till then. Out!