okay, so it’s been quite the while. let me begin by detailing my last post…
last weekend, my “welcome home” weekend, i got hammered (clearly). i walk into my “sister’s” (jade… i’ve decided to give people names; whether they are their real name or not) and i see a lovely cake sitting on the counter waiting for me. i also find out that the 3 bottles of wine i passed on my way in were dedicated to that particular evening. so we had dinner, ate cake, and then got shit-faced. it was wonderful. now, when christena and i get excessively drunk we usually talk about our problems in this huge drunken rant. now, don’t get me wrong, we do stupid shit too, and say disgusting and repulsive things, and take pictures that neither of us dare puts on facebook! essentially, it’s a great time… although some may beg to differ.
now, during this drunken state, we make stupid choices (as stated above). my stupid decision of the night?? to call my ex-boyfriend at 5 in the am and tell him i miss him. you know, the one i referred to as “douche-bag”. yeah, amos. well, i guess his phone died about 3 minutes into the conversation (which i later learned).
so, the next day, while jade goes out to see her boyfriend, i decide to hit up the bar that night. it was mardi gras night. HA! so i met up with a couple of the boys, and went in to get my drink on. about 1 beer into the night, my phone goes off. it’s amos asking if i’ll be at the bar that night. i replied with a “yes, why?” and after an hour of no response said “why? you gonna boycott it now?” and to my amazement, i received a response saying “no, i’m actually on my way now.” so i said to myself, i says, “this calls for another beer and a tequila shot.” and that’s exactly what i did. remember how i wanted to say something smart that would just cut him like a knife? yeah, i’m good at smart and knife cutting when i get a little tequila into me. in other words, tequila makes her clothes fall off. i must say, i was doing good. i didn’t rush over and talk to him. matter of fact, i did a splendid job of pretending he wasn’t there. and it just so happened that every time i would go over to see my guy friends (who, sadly, were all convinced i was going home with each and every one of them that night) they were in his “bubble”. i won’t lie, my head was pretty big at this point. i had guy’s picking me up right, left, and center. i had guys saying they’d give me all their mardi gras beads if i just showed them my tits. i had guys begging me to kiss their pool cues for good luck. and he just sat right behind me. whether it had an impact on how he felt, i’m not sure… all that mattered was i felt DAMN good that night. until i went out for a smoke with the boys, and desperately needed to pee and get another beer. so, i went back in and took care of my business. however, my boys decided they would linger outside a bit longer, and when this creep (he just got out of the physc.) started talking to me, i had no way out. i looked up, and there he was. he saved my ass months ago in the bar, protecting me from all these various men who were interested (remember, i blogged about this), and he was about to do it all over again. i dove into the booth with him and his bastard of a friend, trent. trent and i HATE each other… and that’s not even a strong enough word to describe our relationship. the first couple minutes were awkward. amos just looked at me and went back to talking to trent. when he looked back at me again, i managed to put the bottle down and say “hi.” the rest of the conversation is irrelevant. he gets up to leave, and somehow, i managed to leave with them. anything to not go home with “fatty” & “shaggy”, as amos had called my friends (it was true; one was fat, and the other had shaggy hair, but they were good shit). it’s as we leave the bar that i’m still struggling to put together everything that happened that night. whiskey lullaby was playing as i reached up to kiss his lips, and continued to play as we left, with trent leading the way.
as for the drive home, i recall arguing with trent and calling him every name in the book. and i remember the vivid replay of me smashing a beer bottle across his head. it’s a shame i didn’t follow through with that fantasy. at some point, we dropped him off and on the way to wherever amos had wanted to go, i made him pull over. i’m assuming things got heated, but i have no recollection of it. i remember him saying “i’m not that easy”, to which i would reply “shut up. i had you on the first night.” if i’m not mistaken, i had to pee, and so we went back to his place. i recall very little from what happened here. at some point in the night, i woke up to my pants off and his hands down them. i also ran into his sister in the bathroom at some point, and am thankful that i listened to him when he told me to put a shirt on. aside from that, everything that i believe happened that night, i can’t differentiate it from being a dream, the past, or something that actually did happen. and i strongly believe, that had i not woken up to him, i wouldn’t have known what happened. he dropped me off at my vehicle that morning, and i was still completely smashed. when i got home, went to bed, and woke up again, i was still a bit tipsy.
what drove me crazy, was that i’ve drank WAY more than what i had consumed that night, and was still able to retain the silly things i’ve done in the past. it was later determined that because of my low iron that night (ladies, you understand what i mean, yes?) my tolerance for alcohol wasn’t what it typically was. so, as of right now, i still have no idea what happened that night. but it’s probably better that way.
the week went on, i went to work. story of my life.
friday night, when i’m driving home from work & running errands in the city, my phone rings. amos. it’s 7:30, and he’s drunk and wants to fuck. who am i to argue? i tell him i’ll call him later that evening when i’m not busy. however, when i’m not busy, his phone is dead. so i decided i would just go to bed; jade was at her boyfriend’s. at around 11, my phone rings. he’s home. and he’s really drunk. it didn’t take long for us to conclude that i should hurry on over, which is exactly what i did. you can put the puzzle together yourself, but just in case you’re struggling with making the pieces fit… we fucked. and it was good. but, he passed out once i returned from upstairs. so i got dressed and left. it felt like a scene from a movie. lmao. on my way home, i start getting drunk texts from a coworker, later followed by a rather comical drunken call. that was fun. haha.
now, the thing is, i left my earring at am0s’. not on purpose, it must have fallen out during the rondez-vous. although, i can’t say i was really worried about getting it back. but it’s jade’s sister’s earring (jane) and she would like it back. so, i’ve currently got him tearing up his bedroom looking for it. ;) perhaps i’ll reward him with some gold star nookie if he finds it. hehehe.
of course, there’s more that’s happened in the past few days… but i’d rather just leave off on a slutty note. ;)
xo.
