A McDreamy Sunday

I accomplished many important things yesterday. And by “important things” I mean I managed to get out of bed, crawl into my oversized living room chair, place my school books next to my feet on the ottoman and watch my teams win kick ass while I chatted on line all day. Unfortunately, as I should have known from years of experience and practice, osmosis does not work when it comes to studying.

Fortunately around 7pm I moved from the chair and onto my bed, ready to study my little (and by little… I mean BIG) heart out. I placed my books on my bed, lied down to shut my eyes for a second… and opened them three hours later just in time for Grey’s Anatomy… watched that and passed out again through this morning when I played percussion with my alarm clock for over an hour… I forgot how exhausting a night of partying could be.

In December I realized a major theme in my life was mass consumption of alcohol, far too often. So I stopped drinking… ish. I have been drunk about three times since the middle of December… which may be a lot for you, but for me, it’s a whole new world. I literally have about eight hours added on to each weekend… and I haven’t given any random lap dances to strangers in restaurants for over a month. Life is good.

Saturday, however, was an exception to the rule. Friends came over celebrating a birthday, champagne was consumed… and a headache filled Sunday was had. We had a great time Saturday night.

LH, my downstairs neighbor is a great guy. He doesn’t go out a lot and is always trying to figure out how to meet the perfect girl. Saturday night we went out to one bar in town to go dancing, deciding that the music wasn’t great we headed to the gay bar. LH, somehow joined us along the way from the bar to the gay bar (I am a little fuzzy during this portion of the night). He came in with us and the group of us took over a small corner of the dance floor.

Evidently once drunk my normally acute gaydar is horribly off. Not only did I apparently attempt to convince everyone the beautiful black man I was dancing with was straight (upon inquiry by the birthday girl it was indeed confirmed that the guy at the gay bar was gay… shocker) but I also hit on the guy they paid to dance on the bar… yeah, I am sure the boxer-brief clad pretty boy was uber straight… stuff some more money in his waist band, OCG.

After we had finished dancing and congregated towards the bar, LH went to grab another cocktail. Unfortunately the rest of us had not only had enough to drink, but enough of the bar as well. So we all left… unknowingly leaving LH there… by himself… he was very happy upon the realization that everyone he knew had departed and there he was alone… in a gay bar… oops.

After a last call run to Jack in the Crack, consuming food that soberly I wouldn’t have done, persuading a cab driver to drive us home, only to have it’s starter randomly not work and finally, after WAY too long, flag down another taxi… we finally made it home… I snuggled up to Matt, his arms around me (and later claims of fingers up my butt… ha. ha.). I fell into a deep sleep (read: passed out) enveloped in my rainbow wonderland friend's arms… McDreamy dreams of straight boys were had.

Dare to dream…


PS- PK, Why was I supposed to send Carolina “the respect it deserves”?!?! I saw none was needed yesterday… :)