craziness

well, let's see. i met him at 6pm...ok, ok. 6:10pm. chilled out. ate a bit. people showed up. the festivities began.

Packards:
two glasses of water
a couple of sips of his beer
one strawberry daiquiri

on to Hugo's:
burbon and ginger ale
sip of something he had
shot of tequila
lemon drop shot (which equaled three huge gulps of vodka, licking the sugar off of my hand, and sucking on a lemon)
cosmopolitian
screaming nazi shot (Jagermeister and a splash of cinnamon schnapps)

then a glass of water.

what a good fucking night. it was a friend of mine's birthday party and a bunch of us got together to celebrate. so much fucking fun. seriously drunk fun. the best was that there was one guy who was down for anything. we just kept buying drinks and knocking them back. by the time we got to the Jagermeister, we both had established that we were really fucked up and this shot may actually kill us. we decided to lighten ours up with some cinnamon schnapps...brilliant. i told him that if he lived, my mother's phone number was in his cell phone. four shots of Jager all around and our Screaming Nazi's. you know you're in for it when you order a shot and the bartender lets out an audibly emphatic, "yeah!" oh, yeah, trouble. i have to admit that they were delicious. after we took the shot, we looked at each other and agreed that that was one tasty shot. every once in awhile i come up with a good idea for something to drink. we still have to go back to the Tunnel Bar and get a Pink Jollyrancher martini.

it was really fun hanging out with everybody. this is my second time hanging out with this guy and not a bad time, yet. it's just really good to get back into things. hanging out with people and having a good time. i spent so much time of the last year stressing over my ex and this situation that i haven't even been up for fun. then i decided to truly and thoroughly let it and him go. man, i haven't feel this free in a very long time. up until a point, i had no problems being consumed with all things him. lately, it hasn't been good for me and it's just oppressive. so, i let it all go and am moving on.

i showed up in a nice shirt and a little makeup. dude made fun of me and kept calling me "shirt" all night. secretly, he dug it. fucker. as i was getting ready to leave, we were out on the street and he kept threating to fight me. it's because i always give him two for flinching. he's always tried to hit me back, but time and place has prevented a good fight. tonight presented a perfect opportunity. so, we're out on the street, and he was a whole lot more fucked up than i was. so, i kept getting in a series of these crazy face shots. the bad thing was that they weren't even hard, they were just solid. you could tell he was getting frustrated, but he was really too fucked up to do anything about it. ah, good fun.

i got home around 1:30am. it's a little after two and, really, i could keep going. i think i just have a serious party reservoir. we were going to work out some karaoke, but we couldn't find a place that was open that didn't have a cover charge. next time. there will be a next time.

this guy is applied for a job out of state, and i know this selfish, but i don't want him to leave. obviously, i'll be happy if he gets the job. it'd be perfect for him. however, for me, i really enjoy hanging out with him and it would suck balls for him to leave now. it's been a long time since i was really comfortable and able to just chill out, with no hope or agenda, with someone.

it's been a good night. friends... liquor...laughter...singing...silliness...what's not to love?