WI Trip Itself-Day and Night of Party

So hellsop was already waiting when I got off the bus and looked outside the station.  Since I was nervous, I wasn't making direct eye right away.  There is a certain voice that is a geek voice and he has it.  Conversation on the ride to his and geekers home included White Castle, fireworks, and Jack Chic tracts.  There was a Milwaukee store named Boston.  He told me it's supposed to be a high-end clothing store and to make things even more confusing, they're headquarted in Milwaukee. 

After getting to his home, I definitely needed to take a bath.  Hellsop announced my presence to geekers and Macross Actual (who were upstairs) with a, Tenshi's here.  Macross called-out, nobody but us geeks here.  I went upstairs to the bath, but first stopped to greet Macross and geekers.  Macross got to comment on both of us wearing camoflage as I started to strip.  Macross commented, I don't even know your name and you've already started to strip.  Told him my legal last name.  Pissed with the bathroom door closed, but bathed with it open. 

Eventually we all ended-up in the kitchen since I did tell that the last time I ate was in New York.  Got introduced to the addicting crack that is cheese curds.  Macross started to fry cheese curds.  That makes them more crack-like. 

(hellsop, if I'm ever over again, stock the fridge with those bastards.) 

Some pre-party shopping was necessary, so I had to get clothed again.  We went to, as geekers described it, the yuppie market, Sendricks.  I remember buying a nip of an alcohol, but can't remember what, I got some coffee in sizes just large enough for a single pot that included Irish coffee and a blend labeled with a local channel affliate, apple syrup, and made in Vermont, buttermilk pancake mix.  (The presence of which in my bf's house started an age of pancakes that would last longer than the mix did.) 

Return back was too close to party time for me to strip again since before going-out there, I asked and got told some of the guests might be more flusterable. 

One guy had hair whose texture just screamed to be touched and he let me touch it.  Someone's remark about how he should be paid for that had me folding and sticking a bill in his hair, which stayed.  It was returned to me (but I would have let him keep it.) 

One guy had tattoos on his hand of the sort to vent to the woman with him about getting sick and tired of the Thai place always mistaking him for yukuza, even though he's white.  She says that she's a portend of chaos; anyone who becomes her friend always gets chaos in their lives.  He had a badge for a band with the name Frankenstein in it.  His primary music is rockabilly, psychobilly kinds of stuff. 

During the party, I borrow the computer on the first floor to add people to LJ right then and cleaned some of my friends list of communities I knew I wouldn't be reading anytime soon. 

Hellsop's cell went-off and he told me my friend was on the phone.  Turns-out my parents gave her the number from the contact info I left behind (who were a bit worried that I didn't call when I arrived yet didn't use the contact info itself to call me.)  She was a little bit hurt that I went to Wisconsin and hadn't visited her in New York yet.  Didn't bother explaining to her that it was a one-off event that couldn't be missed. 

Got to try more than one drink, but can't remember the whole list and didn't take notes.  Irish coffee made with the Irish coffee I bought was horrible.  Sour Manhattans weren't a repeatedable experience.  The Target Frozen Mojito Mix in a bucket, just add vodka and freeze, was actually ok and I could have more than one glass of it. 

I have a vague memory that some Invader Zim got played, but it got changed to Penn and Tellers' Bullshit (episode about magnets as healing device?.)  The portend of chaos massaged my back and mimed her hands like a kneading cat which definitely described me right then. 

Later I woke-up from the same spot of the floor by hellsop saying Tenshi in a post-party room.  I may or may not have missed Jedi Mind Benders.  We had me transfer to the futon. 

WI Trip-The Next Morning

Woke-up and found-out brunch was going to be had at a local Mexican place with others who were there for the party.  On the ride down, comments about the number of churches in the area for a not-very religious state were made by hellsop and geekers got to describe the area near the restaurant as Dork Central and mentioned the numbers of comic book shops in the area. 

At brunch disscussion, got to hear of a kid who started one day care dressed in black, switched to princess mode after meeting the other kids at a new day care, but then switched back.  She asked her parents if gothling could be used in her screen name (approved.)  So damn cute. 

Yes I had bacon.  It's a common weakness for humans.  I'm like the others in this regard. 

Got to have a car ride to Milwaukee with hellsop, geekers, Macross, and Macross' mash-up CD. 

I have a memory of seeing a beer brand-related amusement park. 

After saying good-bye in Milwaukee, I got to find-out the bus to Chicago was going to be late an hour and that it wouldn't be sure if I would make my connection in time.  For some, I didn't think to call hellsop or geekers right away and ask if they could help me skip the Milwaukee-Chicago ride and go directly to Chicago.  Still made my connection, barely. 

WI Trip-Reverse Direction

So to get away from Chicago, I have to go through Indiana again and my seat is right next to a serviceman getting-off in his home area near Gary.  We have intermittent conversations.  I hold back from objecting to the past time of tipping cows on the basis of potential crushing of their inner organs and got to find-out car tag's other name is road rage.  By the time we're near Gary, he tells me he's going to celebrate when Bush is out of office.  This makes me happy. 

In Cleveland, it's again too damn early in the morning to give-in to my temptation to call Owen. 

At some point in time, I remember a night time ride with people listening to the radio and relaying to others about the results of a Patriots and someone else game and it was a communal moment for several on the bus.  Someone had their music loud enough for me to hear the sounds of South Asia. 

Next major moments I remember is the bus driver not announcing that we were in Port Authority, not knowing where to go for my next bus since no employee was around and the TV screens with arrivals and departures were out, and getting a homeless guy's help and giving him a dollar or two. 

At least my bus arrived in Boston an hour early without it's rest stop.  I heard a passenger tell their traveling companion that the heat supposedly stopped working and wasn't discovered till after the bus had left Port Authority, but they doubted the verity of the discovery time. 

Went to the youth drop-in center and took a shower in Harvard Square.  Called the bf at the original, projected, arrival time and told him to come back from South Station. 

Wai. . Whuh?

w00t!  Two of three trip stories finally done.