So there was this river.

The boys and I went to the river yesterday. It was such a fantastic, and somewhat creepy day, that I want to type it up.



I received a phone call that woke me up at approximately 9:04 am yesterday morning, to inform me that the boys would be picking me up in 45 minutes. After groaning and dragging myself out of bed, I took a quick shower, attempted to tame my hair (and failed), put on some makeup (stupid right, I'm going to the river), put on my swimsuit and some clothes over it because it suprisingly and disappointingly cold out yesterday morning, packed up some giant beach towels, ate breakfast, unloaded and loaded the dishwasher, and they still weren't there to pick me up. How frustrating right? It had been almost an hour, being late is one of my biggest pet peeves. I would rather be way too early then late anyday. But anyways.



They finally got to my place to pick me up a little after 10, and all four of them came running in the house to pee, find some ice, find a cooler, find a towel, etc. I told one of them where the cooler was and before he went to grab it he told me to go look in the back of my friends van. I did. Let's just say there were around 80 soda's, 6 of the Starbucks frappachinos that come in the bottles, 2 GIANT sandwiches (which tasted absolutely delicious), $40 worth of chicken strips, a case of Amps, a case of Rockstars, a thing of strawberries, a thing of blueberries, some grapes, some parfait shit, like 6 bags of chips, and more, but I forget what. It basically sucked carrying all of that. Especially because to get to the best spot at the river you have to walk through the woods and over large fallen trees. If you aren't carrying anything, the walk takes about 5-7 minutes. If you are, it takes more like ten, which doesn't seem bad, but it's unpleasant.

When we got to our spot it was empty, which was expected considering it wasn't even 11. To give you a little backround, you come out of the trees and there's this rocky little beach . When the tide comes in the water comes up and splits the beach parallel to the water, creating a little islandish area. On the other side of the river is a rope swing that goes across the water, but I'm too bad a swimmer, too much a smoker, and too little in size to fight the current, so I haven't been on it. It's basically just a little patch of perfection. Everyone who comes there cleans up after themselves, and you get the occasional homeless person who asks for your cans, but I'm not that far yet.

We got there, layed out the towels, made sure we had everything and started picking up any garbage that had been left by previous chillers and put it in the handy little "Stash the Trash" bags that were up by the path. The clouds unfortunately had not yet parted so it was still a little chilly, but warm enough at the same time. I didn't go into the water too far at first because it was too early. But I did discover a nasty little critter by my foot in the shallow water. Instinct was to run and scream like a little girl, but I fought that off and had one of the boys come catch it. It was a crawdad apparently, and I guess if you twist part of it's tail and pull you take the shitter out and can then eat them, supposedly. Everyone was too chicken too though. Not chicken enough however, to put it up next to a nipple to see what it would do. Unfortunately the boy who chose to do so ended up screaming, and when he tried to pull it off, the little guy brought up his other claw and hung on for dear life, literally, when it finally let go it was brutally murdered by a thrown rock. We all about died laughing.

After that we caught six or seven more ( I caught one all by myself!) and roasted them over a campfire, which aren't actually aloud at this river, but the cops (which I later learned are code-named "sharks" when you're at the river) never come down that far. It war pretty nasty, they sizzled quite a bit.

Once it started to get nice and toasty around 1, two of the boys left to get more ice, and me and four of the others stayed (two more of our friends had showed up). We were all relaxing on the towels under the sun when I felt something drip on my stomach. My first thought was someone decided to spit on me, but not quite. I looked up and there was a fist, squeezing the juices out of a strawberry onto my stomach. The others quickly caught on and began squishing strawberries, blueberries, and grapes in my hair and on my tummy. I have never been so sticky in my entire life. And I was mildly pissed. When I stood up I got some Rockstar thrown at me. I slowly walked into the river because it still felt cold, but I should have walked faster because someone came up behind me with a thing of ranch and empited it onto my head. Ranch is not my favorite thing to smell like, just so you know. I cleaned myself up then began plotting my revenge.

After I dried out I got a phone call from one of the boys who had left telling me that he bought a cake beacuse it had been one of their birthdays the day before. I was told to keep this a secret, and I did.

A young couple showed up at our spot a little before the boys got back with the cake. they were nice though, because that's just how it is there. Off in the woods we heard them coming back, and we could also hear them singing "Happy Birthday". We all joined in and they walked up carrying this cute little cherry cheesecake that looked rather tasty. The birthday boy decided he wanted to shove it in his face, but first said, "Hey Sierra, stand next to me while I do it." I was only a couple steps from him, but unfortunately my logic didn't click until I was right next to him. I saw the cake going straight for my face. I ducked and somehow managed to avoid it the first time, but it came back up and got me. The entire cake was on my face. As I was standing there with my mouth open in shock and horror, and my nostirls full of frosting, they came up with forks and each took a piece. Before washing my face I went and rubbed it on the birthday boy's stomach, but he's also my boyfriend so it's ok. He then claimed he felt bad, so he opened a Coke and poored it on his head. So we both got to go jump in the water, but it was fine because it finally felt good.

We found two tires in the water, and managed to create somthing really cool. But I can't give it justice in description so I'll have to try to see if anyone took a picture later.

Around 2 or 3 (I have no idea) the regulars showed up. By that I mean, the group of 3 guys who I have seen every single time I've been to that spot. The two older ones are probably in their 40's, and the other is maybe 21. They come down and drink away the afternoon basically every day. One of the older guys' names is Jeff. He introduces himself to me everytime I see him, but then again, the two times I've met him before, I didn't get there until he had drank his share. He introduced himself to me twice yesterday, because apparently he had forgotten my name. He's a nice enough guy. Although he hugged me three or so times. Once was because everyone in our group was out of cigarettes, and he offered a trade, the other time was just because he wanted one, and the last he was very drunk and wanted one. He then proceeded to tell me that I was a beautiful girl with a beautiful spirit and that whoever raised me did a damn good job and he loves them. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

April and Josh showed up randomely a little after the regulars, and Jeff wanted to feel her belly, and told her she was so amazing and so priveleged because she had the ability to carry life. April sat there trying to smile at him, but I could tell she was mildly terrified. She then went out into the water with me, up to our waists and stood there and talked a bit. She pointed out that the youngest of the regulars had been checking me out since she got there. I had noticed he had been since he arrived as well. I normally would have enjoyed the attention, in all honesty, but considering for once I'm, actually dating someone, and he was actually there with me it made me just a tad uncomfortable. Then while we were still in the water, I saw him look over at me out of the corner of my eye, and lift his beer up in my direction. "I like that pretty girl over there, I think I'm gonna get her to come home with me tonight." My eyes locked with April's and I gave her a look that only she would understand, because she replied to it saying, "Yeah, I heard that." Boyfriend then waded out into the water next to us and I made him kiss me for a second, he looked confused so I whispered to him what had just happened. He got a look that I had never seen on him before, and it made me smile just a little.

A little later, after we had gotten out of the water I decided to go try to catch some more little crawdads so I walked over away from everyone to where we found them earlier. I went about knee-deep into the water and bent over to flip over a rock. I heard someone behind me yell, "Hey!" but I didn't recognize the voice so I looked back, it was the one who "was gonna take me home". He waved and I waved back because it seemed like it would be ok to do. Then the other regular, the one who's name I never caught, shouted "Hey darlin' don't bend over like that." I replied with "Sorry" because that's all I could think of. His response was, "Oh no, it's allright, you're just gonna give me a hard on is all."

Not even shitting you. Hello , I'm 17. I'm also in a relationship. And you are what? 45?

Ok, so I didn't say that, but I would have if I had nerve. After that little conversation I decided it was not my best plan to continue bending over, and crawdad's were not worth it. I walked back and one of the boys from my group yelled something to me. I couldn't hear him so I said "What?" The youngest regular was like, "He said you look good." And he had this stupid grin on his face. Really? Did he really think I'd be attracted to a dopey lookin' guy who sits at the river all day and drinks. Yeah, no. Sorry.

After that we decided it was about time to leave, this decision was established by the thunder and lightening that arrived.

And that was my fantastic river day with some mild creepiness.