I went over to a guy named Lee's house at about 10:30. It was supposed to be earlier but it took my dad forever to get out of the house to drive me. He lives about a half an hour away. We've hung out a couple of times and he's really cool. He went out yesterday and bought himself some equipment. just some leather cuffs and rope and then he set up an area in his basement for us to hang out in. We watched some South Park before letting the fun begin.
My dad told me to call him early because he didn't want to stay up too late. Like the previous night where he had to scour the city of Ottawa looking for me, because I was drunk and had no clue where I was located.
We started out our session slow, like five minutes each time, taking turns on eachother. It was insane. We both seemed to get more ticklish the longer we went. We went for longer and longer as the night went on.
Since we were in his basement, I got no cell reception. We started at about midnight, and the time just flew. After awhile, I realized how late it was getting and I checked the clock. 3am. YIKES.
I went upstairs saw a message from my Dad that was sent at 2:15am that said "I am leaving in 5 minutes to come pick you up!" and then another at 2:30am that said "Are you going to be ready?"
I panicked, thinking my dad was already waiting outside so I dressed and got my shit together and Lee and I waited out on the porch for a half an hour and my dad never showed up. I figured he had already either come and gone and we didn't hear the door, or he got fed up and went to bed. I got really worried then because I didn't know how I was going to get home and my son was going to wake up around 6:30. I called and texted my dad a bunch of times and got no answer. I figured I was in the doghouse. Lee said that the busses would start running at 6 and I could find my way home then.
So we went back to the basement and had another round or two until 6am. Then Lee remembered that it was Sunday and the busses wouldn't run til 8. (FUUUUUUUUUUUU....) so we decided to try and get some sleep til then. We were lying down watching 'American Dad' when I got a text from my Canadian Dad asking if I was awake. I said yes, and he said he was on his way to come get me. I told him to text me when he arrived, and then I promptly fell asleep. Because I got no cell service, when he arrived, I got no alert from my phone. I woke up at 7:30 and CURSED. I went upstairs and had about 10 messages saying "I am out front" so I grabbed my stuff, hugged Lee goodbye and ran outside to face my dad.
I got in the truck, hair a mess, bags under my eyes, in my pajamas, working on one hour of sleep after one of the most exhausting nights. I looked at him, and he looked at me, gave me a big smile and handed me an Xtra large coffee from Tim Hortons and a cigarette.
No questions asked.
I have the coolest dad ever.
Love you Daddy!!
My dad told me to call him early because he didn't want to stay up too late. Like the previous night where he had to scour the city of Ottawa looking for me, because I was drunk and had no clue where I was located.
We started out our session slow, like five minutes each time, taking turns on eachother. It was insane. We both seemed to get more ticklish the longer we went. We went for longer and longer as the night went on.
Since we were in his basement, I got no cell reception. We started at about midnight, and the time just flew. After awhile, I realized how late it was getting and I checked the clock. 3am. YIKES.
I went upstairs saw a message from my Dad that was sent at 2:15am that said "I am leaving in 5 minutes to come pick you up!" and then another at 2:30am that said "Are you going to be ready?"
I panicked, thinking my dad was already waiting outside so I dressed and got my shit together and Lee and I waited out on the porch for a half an hour and my dad never showed up. I figured he had already either come and gone and we didn't hear the door, or he got fed up and went to bed. I got really worried then because I didn't know how I was going to get home and my son was going to wake up around 6:30. I called and texted my dad a bunch of times and got no answer. I figured I was in the doghouse. Lee said that the busses would start running at 6 and I could find my way home then.
So we went back to the basement and had another round or two until 6am. Then Lee remembered that it was Sunday and the busses wouldn't run til 8. (FUUUUUUUUUUUU....) so we decided to try and get some sleep til then. We were lying down watching 'American Dad' when I got a text from my Canadian Dad asking if I was awake. I said yes, and he said he was on his way to come get me. I told him to text me when he arrived, and then I promptly fell asleep. Because I got no cell service, when he arrived, I got no alert from my phone. I woke up at 7:30 and CURSED. I went upstairs and had about 10 messages saying "I am out front" so I grabbed my stuff, hugged Lee goodbye and ran outside to face my dad.
I got in the truck, hair a mess, bags under my eyes, in my pajamas, working on one hour of sleep after one of the most exhausting nights. I looked at him, and he looked at me, gave me a big smile and handed me an Xtra large coffee from Tim Hortons and a cigarette.
No questions asked.
I have the coolest dad ever.
Love you Daddy!!
