Summer 2007 was an epic summer. I was house sitting an oceanfront home in Sea Pines on Hilton Head for about 6 months. Apparently there were cats in the house; I think I saw them once.
Sometime in May, Heather (whose father recently passed away so she took that opportunity to get sleeves tattooed on both arms. Who knew? She always seemed so stuffy), Teresa (St. Teresa), and myself were on a bike ride and wandered down a road near Teresa’s house and we found a little restaurant with a deck and all they served were sandwiches. It was right on the water. So we decided we liked it. Well, about two weeks later they started serving beer so then we decided we really liked it.
I had a job at an agency on the island where I had just been made sales and marketing director. When I asked if I could get an increase in my salary, I was told “when pigs fly,” and then I was given a wooden pig with gold wings that you hang from the ceiling. It’s been in every office I have had since.
At this point in time, Teresa had a dog, and of course I had the Beagle, so we went to the dog park a lot. One day we saw a girl about our age there putting flowers on the path, so we started talking. Her name was Jen and her mom had died at the dog park about 4 or 5 months prior. Apparently some big dogs knocked her down and she hit her head. She seemed normal and nice, so we invited her to Up The Creek with us that afternoon.
At this point we would spend days at Up The Creek. It doesn’t hurt that I was sleeping with a guy who worked there. He would open at 10:00 in the morning so we would get there at 10:00 and start drinking until they closed at 2:00am. His name was Woody. He was fertile. At the time he had 3 kids from his ex-wife and he had gotten my friend (acquaintance, I never really liked her) pregnant. We pretended like nobody knew. Everybody totally knew what was going on. He has since gotten married (again) and fathered yet another child bringing the grand total of children for Woody (whose last name…I am not sure I ever knew) to 5 from 3 separate women. My friend now has 2 children from 2 different guys, neither of which she married. I believe this type of lifestyle is called “blended,” or just plain “white trash.” Anyway. I was 22, give me a break.
So Jen becomes part of the pack for the summer. But she is a little flakey. I never really gave it too much thought because I was always drunk.
I don’t remember how it came up, but I told her that I wanted to go to Maine and go camping.
Ok, let’s define camping.
Camping for me is driving my very large, very fast Jeep into the woods, walking around, drinking some beer, and then when I am too drunk to be driving, I will drive anyway to the closest Holiday Inn because that is camping.
So she was like “yeah, let’s go!” Thinking the conversation was over, I didn’t give it a second thought. A few days later she brings it up and tells me that she was going to go to Maine anyway in a couple of weeks if I wanted to go. Being 22 with a large amount of disposable income, I was like “alright!”
I went home and told my dad, who laughed. Then he told my mom and she told me to be careful not to break a nail.
So Jen calls me out of the blue, because she had been MIA for like a week. She calls me and is like “lets go tomorrow.” So, I told my boss I had to go to Maine to get in touch with nature for a week, and he just laughs and tells me to keep my cell phone on and to avoid trying to pet bears.
She shows up at my house and my dad goes out to meet her. She too drove a jeep, a red one, that like myself, her dad bought for her. The difference between her Jeep and my Jeep was that she had Red Sox shit everywhere. I have never had any luck with people who like that god awful team. More on this in another post. Let’s stay focused.
I threw my new, expensive backpack, my 4 new organic cotton Patagonia t-shirts, and my running shoes in the back. FUCK YEAH! Let’s go hiking!
I thought we would alternate driving or like stop or something. We were making good time, so we would just stop when we felt like it. She tells me that we need to stop in Massachusetts “for some family thing” for a day or whatever, then we would be off to Maine. I was like “okay,” we were already an hour from home, what was I going to say?
As soon as we get on the beltway in DC the sky starts shitting rain. It didn’t phase her. It was dark and we were flying through traffic. At this point, she turns to me and says “oh my god, I forgot my medication. Its ok though!” I suggested we stop at a Walgreens or something and get a refill. She insisted it was fine, and that bipolar disorder didn’t need medication.
This was before I was diagnosed. I had never met anyone with bipolar before and I didn’t understand it, all I knew is that there was some bitch next to me who is off her meds and driving too fast.
She was telling me about this guy she met in Charleston named Spencer (who worked at Blackbaud) and how they dated and then they broke up but she thought she still had feelings for him. So around 1am, she calls him. And he answers. She sobs into the phone about what an idiot she has been and that they should get married. And he agrees.
That’s when I decided that this was a bad idea.
We drove all night, well she drove, I silently prayed that I would live to see tomorrow.
We arrived at her aunt’s house at like 6am. She promptly went upstairs to crash. This was Thursday morning. I too, went upstairs to take a nap. Around 1:00 in the afternoon I woke up and wandered downstairs in search of food. Her aunt was there and she made me a sandwich. Then she made me another one because I hadn’t eaten since before we left.
We hung out, watched TV, did whatever. Then we did whatever some more because by 9:00pm my travel companion was still sleeping. By 10:00 I decided it was time to go to bed for real.
Friday morning, I wake up around 8:00, go back downstairs and her aunt makes me eggs and then we just sort of sit around until noon when Jen decides to wake up. I tell her we ought to be making our way to Maine because I have to go back to work on Tuesday and apparently I just needed to get some fresh air or some bullshit. She whines, and her aunt tells her we have to go, at least for a day.
So she sucks it up and we go. Here is a list of things we did in Maine:
- LL Bean
- The Burberry Outlet
- A Micro Brewery
Here is a list of things we did not do in Maine:
- Visit a National Park
We did, however, stay at a Holiday Inn. So that is kind of like camping.
We wake up the next morning and she tells me she has a friend in Boston who she wants to see and if I wanted to go. What am I going to say? Whatever, I said yes.
We are in our hotel room and he shows up. He looks like a douchebag. I don’t even remember his name, it was like TJ or JT or something. For the sake of this post, we will refer to him as BJ. He drove a BMW, but like he did stuff to it to make it fast or whatever. I don’t even know, all I knew is we were driving around Boston at 60 MPH and I was sliding around the backseat.
That’s when they ask me if I have a trust fund. Who asks that?
They decide to be “all up in the club” or some shit. I don’t do “clubs,” the only “club” I do is a country club. So we go, everyone is dancing and such, except for me. So I go to the bar and order 3 shots of Jack. I figured if we are going to do this, lets do it right. Well they don’t like Jack. So I did all 3. The booze was so watered down it had no effect on me.
Da club be closing. So we left and went back to the hotel. BJ was too tired to drive home so he crashed. In Jen’s bed.
I wake up very early naturally, so when I got up around 6am, I silently packed my shit and got in a cab to the airport. I paid far too much for a ticket from BOS to SAV and I never spoke to her again.
I am out getting tacos and she walks in. I didn’t notice her at first, but her outfit was really cute then I saw her face, and I heard her tell the taco man that she was picking up for “Jen.” All of a sudden I got very hot and a little lightheaded.
People are picking up their orders and leaving and I was just hanging out…waiting. I think she saw me, but how can she recognize me because I was staring at the floor with my sunglasses on?
She wasn’t wearing a wedding ring. She did send me a wedding invitation, and I didn’t respond because I never wanted to see her again.
It’s a small island.