So my friend, Softball Star and I, took the train into the Big City on Thursday night to get together with Softball Star's crush and his friends. We weren't planning on staying that late since the train doesn't run all night and we also knew that we had to get up for work in the morning. This is all our very responsible thought process while we were sober.
Then the tequila roared it's ugly head.
Softball Star wanted to calm her nerves with tequila and who am I to say no? I'm definitely a trooper when it comes to friendship, I tell you.
So, the drinks are flowing and the boys haven't shown up yet. I tell Softball Star that maybe we should mosey over to my favorite hotel bar to try a Bad Kitty (the poor thing has never had one before. Now, I don't think she'll ever have one again). Fast forward to 11:40pm (the last train was supposed to leave at midnight) and the boys finally show up. Softball Star pleads with me to stay and says that she'll pay for a taxi (about $75 minimum) to get back home. I wave her off and say that we'll figure it out later 'cause at this point, I'm already slammed and couldn't be bother with minuet details like "finding a way home." Pshhhhhhhh...
Softball Star's crush was flirting heavily with Softball Star, so I turned my attention onto his 21 year old roommate. Did I know he was 21 at this point? No. Did I know he was legal? Yes and I think that was the only detail I needed.
I believe I asked him whether or not he found me attractive (I know, where the heck do I get this mouth when I'm drunk?) and responded a nervous giggle (yes, he giggled) and said of course. Then I kissed him. At the bar. I was "that" girl.
Now, at this point, all I have for you are drunk flashes. Are you surprised? Probably not. That's how I roll.
Flash! Me in the backseat with the 21 year old kissing my neck and me trying to decide if Softball Star's crush was actually sober enough to drive (I hate myself for getting in the car with him).
Flash! Me losing my ring in front of their apartment and spending 15 minutes outside looking in the dark for it while using my cell phone as a light (The 21 year old found it).
Flash! Me in the 21 old year's bed (a twin, mind you), with him kissing me. I had to stop him though 'cause he wasn't "kissing right." I gave him some pointers, he picked up everything I said, and I high-fived him after he got it right. Yes, that's right. We high-fived. In bed.
He was a eager beaver after that 'cause he wanted to know what else this wonderful, beautiful, sexy "older" woman he had in his bed could teach him. I looked into his eyes (there were about 4 of them at that point) and told him, "Sensei has had enough for tonight, My Child. You need to have all this information sink in before we continue."
Ha! I'm not that bitchy.
I just shook my head and rolled over (while trying not to fall off the twin) and fell asleep. I was certainly thinking the sensei part though...
The Next Morning...
Cue the massive hangover and confusion about not knowing where I was. I got my stuff, kissed the 21 year old goodbye, and raced downstairs to get Softball Star and her crush to go the the train station. The crush was not budging. So, I raced back upstairs, threw the sheets off of the 21 year old and ordered him out of bed 'cause he had to take us back to the train station. We were 45 minutes away from home. Ugh.
The 21 year old is definitely a southern gentleman and actually drove us all the way back to our town. The girl that gets him next is going to be very, very happy (I should also be thanked profusely for his kissing skills now. He better not forget them).
Thus, just another Curlygirl adventure with tequila. I was going to write about Curlyboy, but he pissed me off way too much last night. I'll write about him soon...
1 comment:
Gotta love tequila! ;-)
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