Climbing the Walls (OFFICIALLY RESUMED!)

Chapter 14: Where Can I Buy a Bear?

Chapter 14: Where Can I Buy a Bear?

Kathleen turns on some music: to get warmer, everyone starts dancing in a drunken mess of hilarity and flailing. Ange is sexily grinding on Shane, who looks like he’s having a blast. The rest of us are dancing in a larger group, busting out our best ‘worst’ moves:

Louis is an absolute partying star, starting with something called "pat the dog and screw the lightbulb," both hilarious moves that I’ve never seen before. Mere goes shopping, pushing her imaginary cart down the aisle, and filling it along the way. Harry breaks out the sprinkler, a classic, until Liam starts pushing the lawnmower, and running him over. Niall busts out a hilarious riverdancing sort of jig, which is followed by a great robot, from Kyle!

When it's my turn, I go fishing, of course, casting my line around the circle until I hook Lauren, who wiggles and jumps her way over to me with fish-lips. I unhook her through laughter and throw her back over to Zayn - he then walks into the middle of the circle and rocks the running man. Ryan does the worm straight through the center, and Kathleen jumps in with some actual ballet moves, kicking her leg high into the air & pirouetting gracefully. She’s must be an amazing dancer!

Sam & Brittany drag Sabrina into the center, sandwiching her while doing “party boy” thrusts. She shoves them away, then does a crazy-sexy booty shake. Everyone cheers, while the circle breaks back into smaller sections. Before I know it I’m left churning butter with Lor - no boys in sight, as has been the typical story of my life! Glancing around, I see that Sabrina has since nabbed Niall, and they’re dancing very closely, apparantely having a blast. They’re surrounded by lots more sexual dancing; Ange is still workin' up on Shane, and Rachael grinds down on Louis.

Mere grabs & spins me around, yelling “EVERY DAY I’M SHUFFLIN’!” We break into our best ‘Party Rock’ shuffles, soon joined by Liam, Ryan, and Zayn. Harry prances up to Mere, and they start grinding when the song switches to some Usher, damn' near having sex on the dance floor. Soon, everyone else around me has paired off, too. Niall’s still looking pretty-well into Sabrina’s moves, chugging a beer while pumping a fist in the air.

“BOOOOO,” I drunkenly whine, to no one but the night sky.

I spot Kathleen at the bar and figure I’ll go over… I take some staggered steps, but stop: after dancing like a lunatic for fifteen minutes, I think some alcohol might try to come back up. Needing a breather, I spin and wander in the opposite direction.

“Patricia’s going to kill me,” I say aloud, looking for a nice patch of grass to heave my stomach's contents into. Don’t go too far, I think. This thought is then followed by, HEY BRAIN! WHERE WERE YOU EARLIER? THANKS A LOT. I realize that I’m talking to myself inside my head and have a good, drunken laugh about it. I'm a winner!

Just beyond the treeline bordering the site, a small clearing unfolds. Hello, beautiful meadow! You look ever so soft and mossy. I plop onto my ass, balance my elbows onto my knees and hang my head between them. That’s what they do in the movies, right? Just sit there? Maybe I should’ve eaten something more than a shitty hot dog... Although, I could sure go for a hot dog now. What time is it? 11:49. Ooh, It’s almost Sunday! Sunday-NO-fun-day.

“Woot-whoo!” From the ground to my left, my iphone buzzes. I stretch out, rolling onto my stomach and read out loud: “Beth, where'd you run off to?” It’s Niall. Be still, my drunken heart!

“Niel!” I hit send. Thanks, autocorrect!
“Neil.”   ... SERIOUSLY?
“NIALLLLLLLL! There we go!”   Sent.