Another party
So on Friday, Chris's (of Lauren & Chris) roommate Robbie was having a birthday party at their place. I was hoping for the booze-drenched, number-getting extravaganza of the last episode, but things ended up being rather slow. Funny, a keg of Shiner usually inevitably means a good, quality party.
But around 11:00, when the number of people was still under ten, I was getting a bit worried. It was eventually decided that we would be attempting to merge the party with another going on across town near the Heights. Also, an important detail, I had let Chris use my cell phone earlier in the evening, and then people started calling him back on it. When it came time to leave for the other party, he had already taken off ahead of us—with my cell phone. A few of us loaded up the booze and took off in someone's car.
We arrived at one of those newly-built apartments that bear a resemblance to an Ikea showroom. It was very sterile—and so was the party. Now I was pretty drunk at this point, having attacked the keg earlier in the evening. Lauren took off to go get Chris somewhere, or something (details hazy) and I realized that I was at this strange party with only a few people that I vaguely knew, no car, and no cell phone. In my drunken state, I started to panic a little. Eventually, however, Lauren and Chris showed up, I got my cell phone back, and things were better.
Jill showed up at some point. Jill was the connection between that whole crew and Dana. I was drunk enough to try and interrogate her. I introduced myself, and she was about to walk away to go talk to somebody, but I told her that "we needed to talk". An almost complete stranger telling her we needed to talk? I scared her a little bit. She came back in a few minutes, and I said, "So. Dana." And then she knew—sort of—who I was. She offered to call and invite her (which she promptly forgot to do), but I did get to talk to her for a few minutes. She guessed that I had been stood up and basically told me it was no big deal. Made sure I was aware that Dana had a full-time job and went to school. Made sure I was aware that she was dating a guy that was "like sixty" (the age seemed to be going up quickly). Told me I should try to call her sometime. Told me that Dana mentioned that we talked for a while after the party, seemed to think that was a positive thing and that she was interested. When we parted, I told her to tell her to tell Dana to call me, but I wasn't entirely sure that would get passed along.
(I haven't called her—yet. Bryan set forth that he wasn't opposed to the idea, but that it was the competition of the forces of laziness versus the forces of gettin' some. So far, the forces of laziness and conflict-avoidance have won out. But you also have to remember that I have shit else going on. But I'm sure that most of my readers are opposed to the notion If you have better ideas, I'm glad to listen to them)
I had, thankfully stopped drinking by that point. I seem to remember a joint being passed around in the garage. Lauren and Kathering, I think had decided that IHOP would be an excellent idea (which it was). I remember trying to convince Chris that we should ride in the back of somebody's truck, although it turned out that there was a backseat, which wasn't nearly as exciting.
IHOP was good. The quick two egg breakfast (scrambled, wheat tost, bacon, but I forgot to substitute grits for hash browns) did me right.
Bryan, you'll be interested to know that I tried out Chris's breathalyzer. It was smaller than a cell phone; it could have come from Sharper Image or something. I tried it once, and it read .06. I tried it again later and it read .12. I'm not really convinced of its accuracy. Note to self: always ask for the blood test.
It was late when I got home. I slept late Saturday morning, went to do laundry, picked up Chipotle for dinner, and then parked my car by my mail box. I was going to go in, eat, drive up to school, finish up the first of the two grant thingies that the boss had requested, and then make it up to Mary Jane's in time for the Of Montreal show.
It was not meant to be.
But around 11:00, when the number of people was still under ten, I was getting a bit worried. It was eventually decided that we would be attempting to merge the party with another going on across town near the Heights. Also, an important detail, I had let Chris use my cell phone earlier in the evening, and then people started calling him back on it. When it came time to leave for the other party, he had already taken off ahead of us—with my cell phone. A few of us loaded up the booze and took off in someone's car.
We arrived at one of those newly-built apartments that bear a resemblance to an Ikea showroom. It was very sterile—and so was the party. Now I was pretty drunk at this point, having attacked the keg earlier in the evening. Lauren took off to go get Chris somewhere, or something (details hazy) and I realized that I was at this strange party with only a few people that I vaguely knew, no car, and no cell phone. In my drunken state, I started to panic a little. Eventually, however, Lauren and Chris showed up, I got my cell phone back, and things were better.
Jill showed up at some point. Jill was the connection between that whole crew and Dana. I was drunk enough to try and interrogate her. I introduced myself, and she was about to walk away to go talk to somebody, but I told her that "we needed to talk". An almost complete stranger telling her we needed to talk? I scared her a little bit. She came back in a few minutes, and I said, "So. Dana." And then she knew—sort of—who I was. She offered to call and invite her (which she promptly forgot to do), but I did get to talk to her for a few minutes. She guessed that I had been stood up and basically told me it was no big deal. Made sure I was aware that Dana had a full-time job and went to school. Made sure I was aware that she was dating a guy that was "like sixty" (the age seemed to be going up quickly). Told me I should try to call her sometime. Told me that Dana mentioned that we talked for a while after the party, seemed to think that was a positive thing and that she was interested. When we parted, I told her to tell her to tell Dana to call me, but I wasn't entirely sure that would get passed along.
(I haven't called her—yet. Bryan set forth that he wasn't opposed to the idea, but that it was the competition of the forces of laziness versus the forces of gettin' some. So far, the forces of laziness and conflict-avoidance have won out. But you also have to remember that I have shit else going on. But I'm sure that most of my readers are opposed to the notion If you have better ideas, I'm glad to listen to them)
I had, thankfully stopped drinking by that point. I seem to remember a joint being passed around in the garage. Lauren and Kathering, I think had decided that IHOP would be an excellent idea (which it was). I remember trying to convince Chris that we should ride in the back of somebody's truck, although it turned out that there was a backseat, which wasn't nearly as exciting.
IHOP was good. The quick two egg breakfast (scrambled, wheat tost, bacon, but I forgot to substitute grits for hash browns) did me right.
Bryan, you'll be interested to know that I tried out Chris's breathalyzer. It was smaller than a cell phone; it could have come from Sharper Image or something. I tried it once, and it read .06. I tried it again later and it read .12. I'm not really convinced of its accuracy. Note to self: always ask for the blood test.
It was late when I got home. I slept late Saturday morning, went to do laundry, picked up Chipotle for dinner, and then parked my car by my mail box. I was going to go in, eat, drive up to school, finish up the first of the two grant thingies that the boss had requested, and then make it up to Mary Jane's in time for the Of Montreal show.
It was not meant to be.
posted by L. Maxwell Ward at 2:24 PM
