We shook off the rain from our umbrellas and entered the chaperone’s home. I made a comment of it being a vast improvement from it being the barracks of yesteryear. He said that the barracks were on the other side. So I guess this was middle class housing then for the Army. I don’t know.
It was oddly furnished, one may have thought we stepped into a Salvation Army thrift shop. The various chairs of different prints, same slick vinyl lined up under the windows. A coffee table and then an entertainment center, but no entertainment. No TV or radio.
We walked back to see his room which was equipped with its own fridge, despite there being a kitchen down the hall. I guess this is a more serious equivalent to writing your name on your food, have your own full size fridge in your room!
As we played musical bed, chair, sofa as to who would sleep where. We were in a discussion about how random and interesting this night had been. Until we realized that our chaperone was gone again! We soon learned that he was looking for another place to crash, but his friend wasn’t home.
As a friend and I made ourselves as comfortable as we possibly could. I kept hearing a buzzzzzzzzz in my ear. Well, well…a mosquito! So, not only did I have to fight the cold. Did you know that the Army controls everything? They had designated days of when the heat would be turned on and just our luck it wasn’t going to be for another week.
One bite, two bite, three bit four. F*ck it what is just one more. I regretted my decision trying to be cute wearing a skirt, I never wear skirts and now my ass was getting bit by an eager misquiter. So as my body limbs begin to swell, I was also freezing trying to use this small little jacket as a sheet/comforter/duvet.
I didn’t get no sleep. It was freezing and I had to protect myself from the Twilight mosquito attacking my ass in the twilight.
Duhduhduhduhduhduh duh…duhduhduhduh duh duh. DUH DUH DUH DUH DUH….
Oh. Hell. NAW!
It was now 600 am, or as they say in the military Oh 6hundred hours. They played that little trumpet solo over the loud speaker and I couldn’t help but think…why on the weekend? They still play that same bs? What about waking up to some Jay-Z or at least Taylor Swift…sheesh.
I had been awake all night and now my body had lovely lady lumps all over and I just wanted some Calamine lotion and a bath.
As we rose and laughed about the night I saw little Bella mosquito sitting on the barren white wall and I smacked that bitch dead, my blood smearing the wall.
My bad I said. Not to the mosquito, but to the chaperone for messing up his walls on top of messing up his whole night/day.
So, I survived. My friends made it alive. We never thought we would be so happy to go back to the ‘burbs.
In conclusion, in the witching hour people’s true character shows. I am thankful that we met someone who wasn’t a trick but a treat.
