Ask, and ye shall receive

Ask, and ye shall receive. Ye have not, because ye ask not. Matthew 7:7. Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you.

I love this verse. It rings so true for me.

I have "asked" recently to meet more people and start making more quality friends here in Seattle and that is exactly what this past month has been all about.

However, what I wanted to write about was this past Sunday, Fourth of July. In the middle of last week I didn't have any parties planned for the 4th holiday. I was planning on going camping so it wasn't a big deal but then I decided not to go camping because I wanted some time in Seattle and to myself. Well, I didn't have much time to myself because I ended up getting invited to three parties on the 4th.

The first party was great. With a good friend of mine and some friends of his. We were supposed to go swimming but I left with the guys were about to jump into the pool. We just hung out, chatted a bit, I flirted with each boy there... as I typically do :-) and then I headed out.

The second party I went to was pretty packed, around 30-40 people in and out. I chatted with some of the guys I met there and had some good food. One of the girls (a real girl) there made a rhubbard and strawberry pie. It was so good. My mom used to make them growing up.

At this party I met this hot guy. I was checking him out... just sitting back and observing at first while he was chatting with a couple of other guys. Then he was walking off from talking to them and I stopped him. I grabbed his hand, pulled it up to me and with a puzzled tone, commented, "Hmmmm... no ring." Then I followed with, "are you single?" He was. :-)

He appreciated that I was forward and we had a nice conversation. When it was time for me to go to my next party I told him who was going to be at this final party and he knew one of the guys I knew there - so he decided to go with me.

I had to go home first, so we left at separate times. I left with a friend of mine and a girl friend of his (the gal who made the awesome pie). When we were going down the elevator I said to them, "It'd be cool to get stuck in an elevator. At least with a hot guy!" Of course, I said this as a joke... hmm.... kind of ;-)

I ran home before my third party then made my way over there. I was buzzed into the building and saw a large group of guys heading toward the building. One asked, as I was opening the door, "Are you going to Jim's party?"

"Yes," I replied and held the door open for them - 12 men (10 Canadians and 2 American's).

Someone pushed the button for the elevator and when the door opened there was a small, older type of elevator in front of us. We all decided to pile in, perhaps as a result of my suggestion, and then I was next to the buttons so I pushed floor 12. We started to go up and the guys were already drinking what ever they had in their hands.

Then the elevator stopped but the door didn't open. I thought, "that's odd," as I looked up to see that the floor number was at 8. At first I thought, "Oops... I must have hit the 8" since I was crammed by the buttons. But then obviously realized that wasn't the case because the door was still not openning.

We realized we were stuck. Ask, and ye shall receive huh?!

Let me just put this out there... as I thought it would be cool to be stuck in an elevator and then two hours later I'm stuck... it'd be cool to win the Powerball or Mega Millions lotto!

Since I was by the buttons the guys kind of put me in charge. I kneeled down, yes, in front of the 12 gay men. I tried to push the door open button. Nothing. I tried to push floor 8, to see if it would open since we were there. Nothing. I tried to push all of the buttons and nothing happened. I then pushed the Alarm button. Nothing! Okay... this is getting a little too real for me.

I then pushed the "Call Service," button. A little red light was blinking but again, nothing. I pushed it again and finally this lady spoke. "Can I help you?" I told her about our situation and she asked if we were okay.

We were all fine but told her that we were stuck.

She called the fire department and said it would be 30 minutes. It was already 10 minutes before we got her on the line. About 20 minutes into the entire ordeal the small box was heating up. We couldn't turn out the warm overhead lights but realized we could unscrew the bulbs, which we did.

Another 10 minutes passed and still nothing. One of the guys was getting a bit claustrophobic. He had another drink of his beer and then tried to bend over to catch his breath. He didn't look so well, so I called the lady back. I asked her to have them hurry.

It was about another 10 minutes or so when we heard the fire engine outside and not long after that when our big burly (damn it, he was a bear) fireman saved us. Of course he lectured us for having so many people in the elevator... oops. ;-)