It never stops...

One of the many perks about being Veramitch & Ethel Ray is that there never ceases to be a time to make a situation awkward.  

There is a time & a place for every other emotion, feeling& mannerism...

but for some reason we press the auto-pilot button & somehow end up on a one-way trip on the awkward express, & believe us when we say..

There is no coming back. 

Example #1:

Ethel Ray's birth.

Example #2:

Veramitch's birth...& life after birth.

The end.

But Honestly.

Ever since arriving home for the summer we have desperately sought the company of new friends.
Only to find we are incapable of reaching such feats.
The friends that we do have are ones that we admire from a distance.
calling them by their nicknames that we have given them.
We pretend that we talk to them on a daily basis.
but that is definately not the case.

There is no friendship.
it is mostly small utterances of "hello's" & "good day's"
Tip of the hat & nothing more.
& more often then not....they dont even respond to that.

The other day on an adventure.
We were sitting in a hot tub.
soaking up the juicy conversation as we slowly turned into old lady hags of prune skin & lack of visual appeal.
When all of a sudden...
Right in the middle of our jam session to "Funk Soul Brotha"
A male figure walks outside of Veramitch's home.
We squint.
Trying to figure out who on earth could be looking for Vera.
We started to think of the possiblities,
but there were none.
All of our friends & potential loves were gone.
Or had no idea that we even existed.
Low & behold...
Track Man Jankins appears.
Our eyes widen to the size of buffet dinner plates, as we slowly sank under the surface of the water.
we were hideous.
utterly replusive.
{moo moo moo moo}

How could fate do this to us?
The moment we get a chance at human interaction we blow it.
Veramitch trying to redeem the situation makes the polite gesture to shake his hand making absolutely no sound.
He shockingly took her hand & shook it.
Then wiped his hand casually on his jeans.
 Still no words were spoken.

Finally with some regret in his tone of voice he asked if we would join him for a night of fun.

We declined.

We started to think that if fate had brought him 3 hours earlier it was meant to be.
but seeing as that was not what happened we decided it was just involuntary tourture.
& we couldnt possibly let it keep happening to him.

So we sat & soaked it up until we had an immense craving for ice cream.
We hopped out of the hot tub.
put on towels as pants/kilts, sherpas, & the closest thing to shoes as we could find
& ventured to subzero.

Not thinking that we would encounter anyone we knew there we went in with confidence & ease.

Fate stepped in again.
Low & Behold...
Old friends.
New friends.
 Red heads.
Dumb heads.
 Round friends.
Small friends.
Pin heads.

Lemonheads.

&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&

Track Man Jankins.

 

Strike Two.

One more & we're out.

 

We order our frozen delicacy.

& when they handed it to us,

it proceeded to erupt & splatter all over the floor.

Knowing there is no possible time where food should go uneaten.

We decided to just pop a squat on the ground & ate it right there.

 

If they didnt like it, they didnt have to watch.

Heck.

That ice cream is expensive.

Not worth wasting.

 

Once we finished we made a grand exit & continued on with our lives.

 

Strike Three....we are ready for you.

 

We are individualists, we do what we want.