So this past weekend Hilary and I went to Fredericksburg to visit an ex and she came to visit one of her future exes and when we get there after me driving all 45 minutes of that trip reluctently, we arrive. As usual, there's always the awkard greetings and what will we do with ourselves for the next 24 hours. But that's beside the point. So, I get paid gas money by my ex to hangout with people I don't want to see! And being the great friend that I am, I would never leave Hilary to go up there alone and not come back with some interesting stories of my own. We get there around 8:30 p.m. and everyone agrees to swim so we all go down to the pool and I sit ankle-deep in the pool wondering what is there to talk about with a mildly retarded guy I dated 2 years ago? Nothing. I would drink with them later on that evening but it would only get more awkard between me and this dude. We play truth or dare because really, there's nothing else to do in Fredericksburg but laugh at the awkardness of all four of us being together(which we did), Waffle house, or sleep on a futon. We uncover some more secrets I really didn't feel like knowing about the two guys sitting across from me and I decided to pass out to a Woody Allen movie. So, Hilary and guy decide to go down to the pool around 2 a.m. and meet someone with a bike and drive it around the pool, finding that if you turn the bike you will flip. Making small talk was a must to get the privilege of riding this bike. They chatted the man up finding out he is a crackhead and just stole the bike while under the influence of his addiction. After Waffle house the next day which my ex payed for (thanks again!) we left and thank god we did, because a few hours later, I get voicemails of him crying and wondering why I didn't acknowledge him as I should of.
All's well that ends well.
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