Date with Duke

Yesterday after my unfortunate accident I had an amazing night with Duke. We had been planning to go to this theme park this saturday for weeks now.

This is the same theme park where we first met, except for the fall season the park had been converted to halloween theme. We drove down during the afternoon so we could get on some rides before the crowd came. We got in and rode a ride called the Extreme Swing, it was awesome it gave me the stomach drops without getting my adrenaline going so it felt cool. After that we walked around the park looking for other rides.

We eventually decided to leave the park to go out to eat at Famous Dave’s. We kind of got lost trying to get there but we made it and had some really good BBQ pork sandwiches. Thing is we had to get back to the park before 7 to get readmitted. So we gobbled up dinner and I sped down the highway at 15 miles over the speed limit. Edgey….just kidding but the line to park was so long that I needed to get out and run the last half mile to get in in time so Duke had to drive my car.

My car is a stick shift. Duke’s car is a stick shift. No problem right? Wrong he couldn’t get it started (which I thought was kinda cute) so we held up the line a bit but eventually got my car going. He learned fast. So I ran in and he parked because he had a season pass so he didn’t really have to worry about the 7 deadline.

Finally, we met up and wanted to get scared. So we decided to go through all of the horror themed mazes. An Asylum, and Carnival, a haunted farm, a Meat cutting shop, etc. It was great, the park really went all out with the themes and actors. They scared us a few times. But my favorite part was holding Duke’s hand through it all.

We even held hands outside of the mazes. Some people commented on us. Surprisingly, a lot of people were saying things like “You guys make it possible”, and “Here’s to you guys” which I’m pretty sure was a good thing. We even had a little girl ask us why we were holding hands, Duke just kinda shouted back as we were moving through the crowd, “It’s because we’re gay!” I liked that, being open with complete strangers.

Eventually it began to rain. We tried getting a ice cream to split but it turned out to be a icey smoothie that we tossed but I think Duke still appreciated the gesture. We started getting cold so we decided to go back to my house.

Cold from the park we drove to my house quickly. I quick told my parents who were sleeping that Duke and I got home. They just nodded and we went upstairs to my room and talked a lot. And cuddled, lots of cuddling 🙂 It was awesome warming up with him. I felt invincible with happiness. It was great, we both wished that he could’ve stayed and just slept together on my tiny twin mattress.

However, Duke needed to get home so at 12 we got into my car, and drove to his car which was at his school (So his parents couldn’t track his car). We kissed goodbye and drove our separate ways home. It was magical. I look forward to our next date, possibly next week? We both have a 4-day weekend. Fingers crossed 🙂

Once again thanks guys for reading it means a lot!

Andrew V. Hedge Trimmer

CAUTION: Post talks about blood and has pics of my finger all bloody. If you don’t like that don’t read this post.

So today I didn’t really have anything planned in the morning so my mom told me that I was going to help her with yard work.

I help do this ritual every year, we have to cut down the the plants and rake up all of the leaves from out massive cottonwood tree which drops more sticks than leaves. Typical Fall stuff.

Right off the bat I start cutting down some of our flowers and trying to be efficient I accidentally got my finger in the hedge trimmer. It hurt, a lot. I ran inside putting it underwater and stuff and my parents bandaged me up.

My dad who is kinda a doctor told me that it was so jagged and weird of a cut that it shouldn’t need stitches. So we bandaged it up and I got back to work on the yard. Big mistake.

I was ripping out a buckthorn very vigorously and finally got it out when my mom gave me some clippers. I looked down to see blood on the clippers which had gone through my bandaids and work gloves.

We went back to my kitchen to stop the profuse bleeding. We decided we needed a pro. So my neighbor, mom, and I went to my neighbor’s friends office. The friend was a very nice plastic surgeon.

He told me that my cut looked bad, great…. So we went back to a operating room to stitch it up. He numbed it so my finger was very fat and senseless and proceeded with the stitching. 6 stitches!! I’ll be fine I just can’t swim for the next week plus I’ll have a sick scar to show all the guys ;). Here are some pics. VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED its gross but cool

Next post is on my date saturday night with Duke 🙂