A love story, part 4…and they lived happily ever after, or something like that

After our first kiss Lee finally called me. In fact I think he called me that night, but I honestly can’t remember. (Aren’t these stories just riveting with me not being able to remember half the details. I know. I should win some kind of award for great storytelling.) In any event, we talked on the phone several times that week.

I was planning my 19th birthday party for the following weekend; June 11, 1993. I’m pretty sure my parents didn’t know (but they do now since they both read my blog…everbody wave to my mom and dad), but my friends and I got a hotel room to celebrate my birthday. My friend’s decorated the room with streamers. And with Lee’s help (since he was 23 and my friend’s and I, well, weren’t) we got a boatload of beer and my favorite (back then) beverage of choice; Absolute Vodka.

The party was really hoppin’. A bunch of my friends were there. A bunch of Lee’s friends were there. We were really filling up that mighty small hotel room.

Here’s James, a guy I went to high school with (who’s name I totally can’t remember right now), me and Lee. Don’t I look thrilled by this conversation? I’ve always been a really good listener.

Let’s stop for a moment and discuss this outfit I’m wearing. Don’t you just love the coordination of the purple top with the purple shorts. And that bright, white belt really sets the whole thing off. I feel like I’m just one mushroom belt away from being in an Eddie Murphy movie preaching, “You gotta coordinate!” But what’s even better is that’s not even a shirt. It’s a body suit thingy. Yes, that shirt wraps around my girly parts like a onesie and rides up my buttcheeks until even my buttcrack was full. I was so stylin’ back then. You know you’re jealous.

So anyway…after imbibing in several drinks and talking with many friends, I left the party. I went to go find a friend. Ok, it was an ex-boyfriend. I can’t remember if the “friend” showed up to the party and then left. Or if he never showed up and I wanted to find out why. Either way he had told me he would be there and I wanted to know why he was no longer at/hadn’t been to my party so I went looking for him.

So after Lee being a doodyhead and not calling me…twice. It was my turn to be a doodyhead and completely leave him (and the rest of my party guests) to go in search of some stupid boy. It really is amazing that Lee and I ever actually started dating in the first place after these rough beginnings.

By the time I found said friend, gave him a piece of my mind, and headed back to the party, the party was over. Security had been called because of the noise and everybody got kicked out. I had to go to the front desk to get back all of my stuff which was just an overnight bag. I was informed that I was not welcome back to the hotel. I’m pretty sure I’m still banned to this day.

I wasn’t really sure where to go. I still lived at home with my dad. He wasn’t expecting me home that night because I was “spending the night at a friend’s house.” And it was my birthday. Who goes home at 11pm on their birthday? Not me. So I found a payphone. And I called Lee.

Even though I left him at my party so I could go chase after some boy, he told me to come over. We spent the next couple hours talking and getting to know each other. We talked about our families, our friends, what we liked, what we didn’t like.

And then, after our rocky start, it was official. We were dating.

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