Kelby Dierking, age 20 at the time of the following events, Grenoble, France--Five late teen early twenty-somethings walk three miles to their hostel, thinking that it would only be five minutes and a half mile. They reach the hostel, drop their bags, and go buy eight bottles of booze. They sit in a park and get smashed, do handstands. Caitlyn does cheerleading moves, blowing the crotch of her pants in the process. The kids finish five bottles and wander Grenoble. They ride bubbles to the top of some old ruins where preparations are being made for o performance of The Rocky Horror Picture Show. The group doesn't realize what's goinon until they're a block away. The author wishes that they had stayed, even though they are all grossly over-dressed.
They walk around for two hours looking for dinner. They find an awesome litle place and are loud like typical drunkk Americans. The waiter tries to convince the group to go out with him in his broken but mostly intelligible English. They say no, leaving after dessert and going back to the hostel.
There are six beds beds for five people, but the author still makes one of the girls scoot over so that he can lie down. His reaoning for this action has not yet been verified, but he tells himself that he is drunk and that he doesn't intend anything to happen. He huddles in the heat of the hostel bunk, sleepiing like a rail on the edge of the bed to keep his distance. He left his girlfriend in West virginia just over a month ago. He left her there intending to return, or better, to have her join him in France. He nervously thinks about about his love as he lays in the hot bunk next to another girl. At the moment there are two empty bunks. He can't justify sharing. He misses the physical closeness of living across state lines rather than oceans. Rather than oceans he wants two sets of skin separating them.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
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