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in
our closets. Some of us are just better at hiding them behind the
hangers filled with clothes.”
    “ Yeah, right, you don’t
seem like the type of guy that has a pile of femur bones stuffed
behind your collared shirts and navy blue blazers.”
    “ How did you know I have
navy blue blazers?” He smiled and for the first time since I
stepped foot in their “cabin”, I was comfortable. I cracked the
Coke open and took a swig. I actually found myself wishing I was
hanging out with him instead of Cindy.
     

Chapter Six:

    Wish in one hand and spit in the
other, see which one filled up faster. That was what my grandpa
used to tell me. Even though the thought of it was grosser than
gross, I understood what it meant. My grandpa always had little
catch phrases like that. That was his way of teaching me life
lessons. I could feel it in my bones, this weekend was going to be
one of those, life lessons.
    Cindy strutted into the kitchen I
could tell she was determined and on a mission.
    “ There you are. Would you
call some of your more mature friends? Not that one that walks
around hitting on all of my friends. Or the belching one.” She
stared through him.
    “ What about the one
that—”
    “ What about that Calvin
guy? He’s cute and if my friends know he’s coming with some of his
friends,” she interrupted him.
    “ Calvin? His family is in
town this weekend. I’ll give him a call but I doubt he’ll
come.”
    “ Whatever; just make it
work so we’re balanced with guys.” She went into the liquor room
and started shuffling bottles.
    “ What’s wrong with having
more ladies than guys?”
    I liked Nick, not in an Oh My God, he
was so hot way, but in a wow, he was cool enough to hang out with
for the weekend way. Just knowing he was going to be around made
the thought of hanging out with Cindy so much easier.
    It wasn’t long before the door bell
was ringing and Cindy was downing her second strawberry margarita.
She was playing it real thick for her seasonal friends. Treating
Nick like crap, ignoring me and acting like a total tease to the
guys that showed up. I was pretty much done. It wasn’t fun to hang
out as wallpaper, while she went on and on about how much her life
sucked at Wesley. I grabbed my second can of Coke and went
upstairs. I figured I could find a quiet room and call Joanie to
tell her I arrived in Aspen safely.
    It was around the fourth
door on the right side when I found a room that wasn’t occupied by
people hooking up . I was beginning to think the life lesson for this weekend
was, never help with a party where the hostess is a total lush. I
was not a square. I’ve partied, plenty of times. I just didn’t want
to let my guard down with Cindy. I didn’t want to wake up tomorrow
to her venomous poison that seemed to spew from her pie hole so
freely up here in Aspen. There you go—that lack of trust thing with
me again.
    I pushed the door shut and pulled my
phone from my pocket. I had one more number to press and send when
the door flew open and Nick came sauntering in.
    “ Oh, hey—looks like you
found my room.” He had two drinks in his hands.
    “ Sorry, I didn’t know this
was your room. Just wanted to escape the loud noise of American
Idol and call my friend. All the other rooms appeared to be taken.”
I pushed my phone in my pocket and started to leave.
    “ You don’t have to go. I
know what you mean. I was on my way up here to chill out and escape
too. Someone handed me this drink, told me it was a Skip and Go
Naked. Would you like it?” He pushed it towards me.
    “ Skip and Go Naked? Almost
sounds like a cheap pick up line.” I grabbed the drink and looked
around the room.
    “ We could call it Walk
Completely Clothed, crazy name for a drink. I guess they wouldn’t
sell as many if it was called that.” He stood in the middle of the
room watching me look at all the pictures of his friends on the
wall.
    I pointed to a picture thumb tacked on
his bulletin board above his