I'm back at the organic house.

My time with Steve, MariaRose, Aunt Marie, Uncle Vinny, Josh (the ninja meatman), Joe, Jessica, and whoever else I forgot, was punctuated in awesomeness by the few appearances of Lori, Mike "I Wish You Were Dead" Gallo (I have no idea who to spell his name - I just assume that's right), Marcus, and four random girls that played Twister with me (The triumphant tale follows). I probably forgot a bunch of people. Sorry. You're loved just as much.

Here is the Twister story, that everyone heard anyway, but must be published for the sake of being published:

It was my last night with the Mastandreas, and Lori came over along with Joe, Jessica, and their baby for a wonderful BBQ. Steve cooked up burgers, chicken, and some other great foods, along with our knishes that took me and Steve countless journeys to Whole Foods and Publixes to finally find. Lori had brought over Twister to have some fun with, but unfortunately, we never got around to playing it. At the end of the evening, which will be elaborated on some other time, Josh had to pick up MariaRose from work, and bring Lori home. I tagged along for the ride.

We drove up to Whole Foods, and I realized that we still had Twister. Lori and I decided that we needed to play some Twister before the night was through, even if it meant grabbing random people along the way to play with us. Josh didn't seem to fully approve, but we still went with it.

Josh found his way up to see how much time MariaRose had to stay at work, and me and Lori took the Twister mat and spinner front and center, getting ready to set up in order to play. Finding out that Lori nor Josh wanted to play Twister with me was a stab to the chest. I asked around to people walking by and some people walking out of Whole Foods, looking for at least one other person to play with. Nobody wanted to play Twister with a poor, desperate teenager.

Finally, I saw the glowing Holy Grail before me, in the form of four girls right around my age walking by us. They were the loud kind, not caring to respect the people around them, and they were out looking for a good time. I look at Lori and Josh and tell them, "Ten bucks says they'd play with me. They'd do it, I know they would." Josh proceeded to tell me to ask, so as they walked past, I called out, "Hey guys, wanna play Twister?"

Only one of them heard me, and she turned around as her three friends continued on their way. "It's Twister!" I called once more, the folded mat held up in one hand to show the wonderful service I could provide. She whipped around and yelled at her friends, "Bitches, get back here! WE'RE PLAYING SOME FUCKING TWISTER!"

They turned around and came back, and we set up the mat on the sidewalk in front of Whole Foods.

To recap: It's about 10:30 at night. There're a few people still roaming around the plaza, and there are five kids about to settle down to play Twister in public, right in front of a Whole Foods store. For the sake of the story, all four of these girls are smokin' hot, and they'd totally do me if they got the chance. I swear they were all totally sober...

Lori and Josh spin and call out what limb we should put on what color, while taking pictures all the while. From what I heard after, there was a lot of buttcrack visuals involved with those girls playing Twister. One by one, they fell until the victor stood. Yeah, it was me. *WIN*

As they were getting ready to leave, we explained that I was from Connecticut and just visiting, and I inquired about getting their phone numbers. They gave me a list of eight things to do while in Florida, along with one of their phone numbers. Lori got an email address and a Myspace page, to send the pictures to when she got a chance.

I got a phone number from playing Twister in front of Whole Foods. Try and tell me that is not brilliant.

Thank you everyone for letting me stay with you, and letting my hang out with you.

Steve, thanks for taking me out and letting me chill with you and your friends for a while. I really appreciate that.

Josh, I'm sorry we couldn't go to play pool. If my parents hadn't waited so long to get down and have another child, I wouldn't have had a curfew.

MariaRose, thanks for being pretty much awesome. <3 Lots of love. I had a great time.

Aunt Marie and Uncle Vinny, thanks for the food, the shelter, and being awesome the entire week. :-)

Lori, thanks for Twister. And thanks for being uber cool. That's right. I said it. Uber. Comment me back on Myspace, or I'll go emo and cut myself and write fake suicide notes all about how you made me hate life and how no one understands me and all that jazz.

Thanks everyone else I didn't get to, because I'm getting summoned off the laptop. It was an amazing week.

No, I didn't check for typos.