I’m not sure if I should go, should I attend? I’m exhausted & not in the mood to deal with social interactions. After all, my whole day was based on that. I was helping customers, talking to them, processing their orders and now I’m supposed to go to a party?
Then, my friend texted me to see if I was going. Since I haven’t seen her in a while, I decided to go. I would accompany my brother, whose friends party it was. I knew his friend, but not enough to go on my own.
When I arrived home, I needed to change my dress and put on more makeup.
It will be fun, I whispered to myself.
After about an hour of fussing with my face and hair, my brothers other friend, my former, former boyfriend, now best friend, called my brother to see if he’d left for the party. Nope. My brother found out the best friend couldn’t locate this guys house so he’d drive back to follow us. Okay. Alright. Cool.
At 6:30, he was prepared with one of his famous stories about a terrible, recent date he just had. One of those. And, nope, no jealousy arose on my part. I listened attentively and commented on how much bad luck he has with girls.
When we got outside to start our cars, the best friend asked me to come with him instead. Uh. So, I would drive with him. What happened if he drank too much? You would drive me home, he said. Okay. I agreed. He wanted me to listen to a few tunes and talk.
We haven’t hung out for a long time, so I figured, why not!? As we headed to this party, he talked more of his rancid date, how the girl wasn’t what he thought, how they had awkward pauses and how he wasn’t much of a converser. That’s always the case. He never strikes gold, instead he strikes out.
Then, after pulling over twice to figure out where this house was we arrived. By this point, the clock read 7:20. The party began at 5:00 and we were over two hours late.
I grabbed an alcoholic beverage and began talking to my friend. We spoke most of the time leaving the boys in the dust. But, then, my best friend started it. By it I mean the teasing, the taunting, the horsing around with me. It always starts. I didn’t think about it, but I figured it would come.
Then, he said those words to the whole party, We used to date. There it was. It was laying in front of us staring back at me. Yes, we used to date. It was three years ago and now, he’s just merely my friend, nothing more. He’s one of my best friends.
I only drank one more because I knew I had to drive him home. He had plenty of beverages and I was going to be the responsible one and cut myself off. Before he consumed several drinks, he handed me the keys. I held onto those puppies for dear life because he wasn’t going to take them back or drive. He wasn’t in any condition to hold that steering wheel.
As the night progressed, he became louder & louder & continued to repeat those same words over & over. Everyone began to say them too. He stood very close to me. No, he’s not still into me. He’s just very comfortable with me and he feels lonely. He wanted someone to connect with and since we’ve known each other for 5 years, I am his safety post, his safety net and he flirted a little. No one understands our relationship though. We always horse around with each other. Basically, we can say anything to one another. We have no shame.
At the end of the night, he apologized to everyone for my behavior, which I found hilarious.
This is the most drunk I’ve ever been, he shared on the car ride home.
He sung his favorite songs & rocked back & forth nodding off once in a while. Dry heaving a bit in between. I’ve seen him at his worst and his best. No one has a clue what he’s really like. It’s a performance, it’s an act. He’s a great actor & he knows it. He pretends. Come on. This guy is miserable. Can you not tell? If you really get to know him, you’d know he’s depressed.
I was happy to drive him home because otherwise, he would have gotten into an accident. Maybe it was a sign. Maybe he had a feeling that I should accompany him in his car. You have to know– he must really trust me if he allowed me to drive his car. It’s a newer car and it’s his. I was extremely cautious & careful with every move I made. I was fine. I was good.
All in all, I had a great time. It was a lot of fun. I got to hang out with one of my gal pals, guy friends and brother. How much better can it get?
I’m single, cute, smart, sweet, funny, pretty, nice, generous, caring & loving. Perfect. Awesome. Cool. Groovy.
What a great night!
It was time for me to have fun & let loose with some drinks. Not too many though. I wasn’t planning on getting drunk, just a little buzzed. It’s almost summertime & I want to enjoy myself! I don’t want to be worried about this & that.
Let’s just have a superb time this summer!