Today I woke up without the uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. Uneasy aka icky alcohol from the night before still inhibiting my stomach lining and lurking in wait for me to wake before rushing out my mouth. It's a small price to pay to the party gods. Nurse Friend is already talking about bigger and better for next year. I told her to give me at least until February to begin the planning of it all.
So the fallout. Should I act oblivious and fake intoxicated amnesia? I'm sure, completely sure The Godfather isn't going to let me forget passing bedroom eyes induced by Vodka at him all night. Cranberry Absolute definitely has a crush on him. A few weeks ago I could hide behind the non dating thing. Now I have to hurt feelings and just say, hey you know what I'm just not that into you.
It sounds bad and this is so the reason why people lie, it lessens the brunt force of total rejection.Did I mention giving Nurse Friend's number out to 21 Jump Street's buddy? Funny how intoxication triggered some weird phone number total recall because since dragging her digits from the cellie it's been committed to memory for life. I recited it back to her without looking earlier today.
Despite spilling my guts like a floosie on Sunday I still managed to someway pull a number. OK not exactly a number, since I already have 21 Jump Street's number in my phone but now I'm not cowering behind the veil of friendship. He knows how I feel and have felt since college days. Are we still on for football on Sunday?
He also knows that a mutual acquaintance(there's a ginormous back story here that I can't get into) lied about me dating one of his friends (OMG everyone knows I don't do short men and said acquaintance had a major hard on for 21) and that I never dated Male Nurse Friend (I mean he's like my brother). But I digress.So what does it mean when a man remembers the exact outfit you wore when you first met?
And long story short it feels oh so wonderful to reunite with my sober clear thinking mind. Problem, dealing with the consequences of one night of un-sober fun.
P.S. Nurse Friend has started bowling troubles.
Last night is a bit of a blur stemming from the intake of several alcoholic beverages which landed me in prayer to the porcelain gods of Mr. Flushy. Yes I know it's not a good look for a 27 (using my real age on the blog shows progression) year old woman. Normally I am uber responsible, so responsible that people who missed the event probably won't believe I actually tripped over my brother's feet as he lay sprawled across the king size bed at the Westin.
Side note I included a few pictures from the party in collage form. Before hand I designated myself the partography coordinator but I failed in that position by early evening due in large part to the Ciroc, or the 151 or the Grey Goose. Maybe it was just a combination of the three. Oh one must not leave out the Champange, complimentary from the hotel. The sippage started at check-in, who knew I'd be greeted with a little flute of the devil's juice?
Most of my closest friends were in attendance to see the lush I became in a matter of a few short hours. By 11ish I entered the land of total oblivion. Good thing Nurse Friend was on staff in case of true emergency.
For some reason besides being overly friendly, extra flirty and dropping F-bombs like running water, I also have a tendency to throw things.
I guess that's better than being a loud sloppy want to fight everyone crying drunk? The Best Friend claims, OK she's telling the truth, that I threw a pack of AA batteries at her. Not sure why she's complaining, granted I threw a pack of AA batteries at her but it missed her face, no harm no foul. By close of night I'd thrown, a closed package of strudel(it didn't get on the walls or carpet), pretzels, chips, a few cups and of course the package of AA batteries. No lights were hurt during my pitching tests.
Some time during the night I lost my cell phone but like magic found it just in time to send miss spelled text messages to folks who didn't make the soiree. I blame Nurse and the Best Friend for not paying closer attention to my actions after the consumption of so much alcohol. I'm grateful that no dialing took place.
Even better than no drunk dialing, my intoxication was somewhat contained. Concerns from the evening:
- What did I say when hugged up with The Godfather
- Did I make plans to watch football this Sunday with 21 Jump street (there's a reminder in my cell)
- Was that guy really 20 (shakes and holds head down in shame)
Next year I will be the designated friend keeping tabs instead of the strudel chucking slightly fumbling drunkard.
P.S. I hope everyone else had as much fun as I did minus the dry heave.
Yes I hear the faint sound of cheering. I am back on the stallion and riding just like a pro. Please please no congratulations are necessary.
The weekend update goes a little something like this. Jersey Boy and I had plans on Friday night and as fate or Mother Nature, whatever fantasy you subscribe to, may have it the weather was a little sub par. Even with the weather being a touch on the narsty side he was still very much interested in meeting up. Granted I was totally ready to chalk it, because damp rain water is hair kryptonite. No need to elaborate on my hair love affair, been there done that, it's official.
Story has it and I say story because the truth of this event is unknown to me at this time, Jersey boy calls about 2hrs before the actual meet up and says that his brother is in the emergency room and we might have to cancel our plans. Given the weather I was totally A-OK. No sweat off my back besides I needed to put the finishing touches on a few Christmas gifts. For the gifts I would brave the element.
Do I believe this brother in the ER thing? Sounds suspicious given he also mentioned coming to the city to meet up with folk for an alum get together. Hmmm....I wonder.Early Saturday I received an apologetic text from Jersey Boy about canceling our plans the night before and asking if I had any spots in my schedule.
If I am truly getting back in the saddle I must put in effort.And so I etched out some time later that night to meet and greet with Jersey Boy for what I will call a mini date, just drinks. And I did take my own tips. Wore the non freakum dress and didn't arrive late. But you know what I did, I chalk this up to rust, I left my wallet on my kitchen table. Oh and I ordered the alcohol equivalent of a Snapple so there was no way I would start to feel the buzz and oops off with my shirt.
Do we think he believed the no wallet thing, he's not that important yet for me to care if he thought I was lying. Side note I really wasn't and felt like a ginormous ass.Conversation flowed, I remembered to ask semi in-depth questions to keep everything rolling, I batted my eyes, did the laugh with light pat on the shoulder and gave a little hint of the bedroom eyes.
Do we take an invite to the party at the Loews as a sign I still have the juice?
Will there be a second date, we shall see what unfolds....
After a small (ok extended with little stops in between but no major dating since Mr. Bengali) hiatus from the scene I am jumping back in the saddle. That's right people the FF (fierce flirt) is back in action. OK OK I actually feel edged, pushed damn near thrown into the saddle kicking and screaming. Reason being, I'm tired of Little Brother's sneaky little thoughts of lesbianism and Wander imagining lonely nights surrounded by eight or nine felines. Honestly she knows I would prefer canines, kitties are so sneaky but I digress.
In all actuality it comes at a time when I normally dump the phone of old, used up never gonna call them again numbers and re-up on fresh entries. Every new year the resolutuon remains the same, New Year New Dudes. Insert-Mailroom Boy, yes I think I will give him a chance, if he shows face at the holiday soiree. Yup folks that's personal growth in a little less than a month I've swallowed the big girl pill and come to terms with my issues see
this posting. The Best Friend would be so proud. Oh to be honest maybe I took half the big girl pill because I also had some all up in his business conversations to confirm he's more than the surface.
And he likes icecream, that's always a treat right?
Preparation for the date tonight with Jersey Boy is needed. Side note should I take this Noreaster-ish weather as a sign that I should remain in my self induced non dating status?
Hmmm, I wonder!!!In any event, I must brush up on the Faith do's and don'ts of first dates.
Do's:
- Choose a comfortable place (semi familiar to both parties so no one gets lost)
- Be on time (this is not a job interview but it's rude when people arrive late especially with no warning text or phone call)
- Remember to smile and give eye contact (no one wants to feel like he/she is out with a serial murderer or some mad scientist-unless you're into that and if so whatever floats your boat row)
- Ask semi in-depth questions that spark conversation (respond when someone talks and listen to the other person's answers-uncomfortable silences are reserved for relationships not get to know meetings)
- Always set a time limit beforehand so there's no oddness or weird moments at what appears to be the close of the date (but don't double book (double bookings are reserved for already established relationships) in case it's going really well and you might want a night cap)
Don'ts:
- Don't wear your freakum dress (yes skanks that means you put the ta tas away for one night and be a lady-it won't kill you)
- Don't answer your cell phone or respond to text messages all night (yeah this is real rude and makes it look like you're dis-interested in the date which could be true but there's no need to show your ass)
- This is a major don't-whatever you do don't monopolize the conversation (no one likes an arrogant know it all)
- Don't forget your wallet (this goes for men and women, while in the years of dutch dating everyone should bring reinforcement-although men chivarly goes a long way don't expect the girl to pick up the tip just because you took on dinner and girls don't expect dinner to be forked up by the gent ah equality it burns)
- DON'T GET DANCE ON THE TABLE DRUNK!!! (I don't think this needs any further explanation and I stole this from Nurse Friend's Handbook not that I don't agree)
This is the short list and I have the non freakum dress outfit picked out and ready to go for tonight if I brave the weather. Wish me luck folks for getting back on this stead and riding him into the stable.
Oh come on people not literally-ha!
