Alright, i’m back. Fresh in on a monday morning and with a nice embarrasing story that i thought i’d share with y’all.
I took the ‘advice’ (:D) that a few people were handing out last week - i got very very drunk on saturday night and made a pass at this guy i like (this was at a party at his house). He was quite surprised because he thought i was still married (i can see why that might have been confusing…), but once i’d corrected him on that point he seemed quite enthusiastic. Of course, it all went wrong after that, because i kept on drinking and ended up stumbling upstairs and getting into bed with who i thought was the same guy, but turned out to be someone completely different (hey, it was dark). I only realised when i called him the wrong name, and by that point it was a bit difficult to just make my excuses and leave.
ANYWAY, i finally got back downstairs, found the correct bloke and tried to explain the mistake to him, but for some reason he didn’t seem very impressed. I finally convinced him it was all a misunderstanding, we had a couple more drinks and a bit of a snog, but he kept jumping every time someone walked into the room… i don’t know, maybe he was embarrassed to be seen with me… :)
I don’t remember getting home, but in the morning i woke up and realised i’d left several things round at the guy’s house, including my PS2, a DVD, a plastic severed arm, and my bra. I went back round in the afternoon and got the important stuff back, but didn’t really feel up to asking after the missing item of clothing. The guy was friendly enough, but i think it was just the ‘maybe if i smile politely and pretend i don’t remember what happened last night the crazy girl will go away and leave me alone’ sort of look.
So that was my weekend. I have learnt that alcohol is an evil, EVIL thing, it has left me short my self-respect and a vital item of clothing. I’m now going to go hide in a corner and enjoy my three-day-hangover.
Posted on Mon, 28 October 2002 at 14:15