My boyfriend, Scott, asked me if I was interested in floating “the river” (Guadalupe) a few weeks ago. I said, “Sure…that would be fun.” I haven’t floated the river since I was in college, but I have heard of all different aged people still going, so I didn’t think too much of it.
A couple weeks ago Scott mentioned he booked the hotel room for the trip. I didn’t ask any questions because that’s the type of laid back cool girlfriend I am. ;) Last week when Scott was talking about the trip to one of his friends, I decided to ask who was going with us. He told me his friend Jimmy and girlfriend Karen.
I’ve been around Jimmy a whole three times and Karen one time. Jimmy is 28 and Karen is 24. This was a little bit of a problem for me seeing as I am six years older than Jimmy and a whopping 10 years older than Karen. The one time we met she was a little tipsy and was quite humored by how old I am. This made me feel exceptionally awesome. Also, Karen is a size 0, folks. I’m sure she won’t need sunscreen if she rides in a tube behind me. Anyway, I learned in mere minutes to accept my fate, but then Scott said we are all sharing a room and I went back to feeling a little weird. I decided to be a big girl and get over it. Also, for those of you wondering, Scott is 32, so we don’t have a big age difference. He just has younger friends.
This brings us up to today when I received an e-mail from Scott asking if I was okay if his friend Clay, who is a housemate of Jimmy’s, and Omar another housemate of Jimmy’s whom I’ve never met, but has a great story, would be joining us on this adventure and sleeping on the floor of our room. I’m not sure how old Omar is, but Clay is also 28 (or maybe younger), so this trip just got exponentially better. I’m sure Omar is a fantastic guy, but he was found through Craig’s List to room with Jimmy and the other housemates. I don’t really feel this is so bad, but at the same time not so good. Omar is from the Middle East and is in Ft. Worth (where Jimmy and crew live) for a few months to attend flight school. Again, I’m sure Omar is a lovely guy. At this point, I’m wondering how much alcohol I can intake on this trip without dying or embarrassing myself more than I will by just showing up.
As soon as I digest and come to terms with the Omar and Clay addition to our room (I even suggested we have a fun sixsome [really not being serious]), I receive another e-mail from Scott letting me know that Karen has invited a bunch of her friends who will be meeting us at the river, but not staying in our room. Frankly, I’m not sure what I would have said if they were staying in our room. Anyway, I will be going to the river with a bunch of people who are between the ages of 24 (and perhaps younger) and 28. The only person I know well is, of course, my boyfriend. This super super trip will commence Friday afternoon. I can’t wait!
