||[19 Feb 2007|08:26pm]
introductions and conclusions are my least favorite and worst parts of essays
you want to read this
though there are probobly many errors.
and lj doesnt like indenting.
Summer Time on Pivet Drive is never any fun for Harry Potter. But for me, summer is always my favorite time of year. Adventures I go on aren’t quite as magical as they are for Harry Potter, but are times that I will never forget. This summer techno and Rite Aid merged with my love of Harry Potter. Oddly enough, their combination taught me that sometimes holding my tongue can save myself and others from unnecessary embarrassment.
One warm night after a concert, my friends, Shannon and Sakura, and I went to Rite Aid in O.B. for some ice cream. But at the concert we didn’t see just any old band, we saw Harry and the Potters, formed and based off the Harry Potter series. Naturally, we found it necessary to fit the magical theme. We dressed as Hogwarts students decked out with wands, sweaters, sweatshirts, scarves, ties, skirts, and Sakura even wore a cloak. Walking into Rite Aid like this seemed a little weird, even for us, so we ditched the wands, cloak and sweatshirts in the car, though we still looked strange dressed as students in the middle of July.
We went into Rite Aid with the intentions of buying ice cream but passed it up and headed to the candy (and other assortments) aisle instead. When we were safely down the aisle, near the drink fridges, Sakura and Shannon let out a squeal of joy and excitement and started swooning over something. I wasn’t sure what they were excited about, but I wanted in on it. Apparently there was a major hottie employed at this Rite Aid and was working the register in the front of the store. I didn’t see him as we came in, but I was sure I would as we left.
Without much luck in the candy section we left empty handed and headed back to the front for ice cream. Nobody was working the stand, but after a couple minutes an employee came over. I remembered that we were wearing costumes at this point and until I recognized him I was a little embarrassed. He seemed pretty easy going and I remembered that last time I had seen him my boyfriend Kevin and I both thought he was a customer. He had a scruffy beard, wore a faded hoodie with a few holes, and pair of old, worn sandals and surprised us both as our cashier just minutes after seeing him around the store. I thought about mentioning this to Shannon and Sakura, but I had just gotten my ice cream so I was distracted and content with that.
We paid for our cones at the front register, but I still had yet to see this apparently gorgeous employee. The only male cashier left was at least 60 with glasses and silver hair, so I knew it wasn’t him. I didn’t say anything in case he was actually around, but I hoped the girls would point him out to me soon.
We moseyed around the store for at least another half hour to finish our ice cream before we left. On the way out we were tempted by a fifty-cent temporary tattoo machine, but didn’t linger there too long. We didn’t want to waste our change, even though we had money after the free concert. We headed out the double doors to the parking lot quickly where Sakura and I spotted Shannon’s little black Civic at nearly the same exact time. Out of habit we both yelled out, “Shotty!”
The three of us were still in costume (when would we have had a chance to change?) and I was getting quite irritated by my skirt. It was at least four sizes too big held up by an equally loose brown belt (without belt loops, but perfect for the costume). Because of the costume troubles, sprinting to the car for the front seat was even more difficult than usual – and unladylike.
Sakura and I got to the car at about the same time, followed closely by Shannon. Once she unlocked the car, Sakura and I both pulled the handle, swung the door open, and dove in. My head ended up where the passenger’s feet usually go in the cozy front seat while my legs flailed out the door. Somehow one of Sakura’s arms got trapped under me on the seat and her head fell near the emergency brake. Her legs also flew out the door and got tangled and crossed with mine. We were still wearing skirts.
At this point all three of us were laughing and s creaming extremely loud. The volume went up even more when Shannon turned on the car because the Party Monster soundtrack was blasting through the car’s speakers. This was when Sakura yelled out,
“Ohmygod!! That guy was SOOOOOOO HOT!!!!”
I quickly, and loudly, responded from the bottom of the car,
“Who? The one with the beard? He’s DIRTY!!!!!!!! EWWWARARAARRAAAHHH!!”
“No he’s not!”
“Yeah he is!”
By this time Shannon had turned up the music even louder so Nina Hagen’s “New York, New York” blared throughout the entire parking lot. Just hearing this song is an experience in itself, characterized by Hagen’s screeching, barking, and screaming all held together with elements of a “punk rock opera” mixed with techno backbeats. The thought of turning it up more really confused me and Sakura. Again, this was too much, even for us. Trying to figure out what was happening, Sakura and I peeked our heads out the door when the car started to move. This soon revealed the “hottie” (and his identity as the ice cream man) right next to the car collecting carts. He witnessed everything that had gone on in the past minute and a half.
Shannon drove pretty fast to the other side of the parking lot out of sheer embarrassment, not caring that the door was still open. Sakura and I flat out fell out of the car and got back in as quickly and normally as we could despite still blasting techno and wearing strange costumes. As we d rove off we let out one last scream of embarrassment and laughed all the way back to Shannon’s.
A night like this would never happen to a Hogwarts student, but is pretty characteristic of my friends and me. Techno, Rite Aid, and Harry potter are three elements of this random summer night that I love, but I could go without the embarrassment of yelling, not just speaking, without thinking.
the end: ghey ghey ghey!