i am getting married...
...its a clear summer night at a freinds house. we just got back from a work party: beach, volleyball, horseshoes, bachi ball, BBQ and Mojitos. a small part of the party is there. the drinking continues.
theres people outside on the deck playing foozball; i can here them through the open front door about 10 feet behind me. ive got a beer in my left hand, the tips of 2 playing cards in my right and an idiotic drunken smile on my face. i cant remember if i had a good hand or not, but i would guess not because i dont win very often (i play to be social). Sean is to my left, my freinds Joaquin and Jana to my right, across the table are more freinds Alicia, Jay, Lizzy and Kurt. all continuing the drunken spiral we started much earlier in the day.
everyone is loud. talking and laughing, trying to here each other above the music. Sean is staring at me and anounces 'Everyone! hey! i've got something to say!' and he looks at me and says 'Brooke, will you marry me?'
now, it must be said that nobody actually heard him at all, except Joaquin to my right. it should also be said that i have asked Sean to marry me MANY times, mostly without marrit, and he always jokingly turns me down.
i'd like to tell you i jumped up and said 'yes! i will marry you' but i did not. what i actually said was something to the extent of, 'haha. no! your just being drunk...'
he then hung his sad, drunken head, folded his hand of cards and sunkered off to the bathroom.
i watched him walk off and realised he was not just fuckin' around. the gravity of what he just said sunk into my thick scull. i folded my hand too, walked outside past the foozball table and sunk into a rocking lawn chair. i thought about a billion things, many of them i cannot recal; but the jist of it was whether i would really want to live with sean for the rest of my life. at one point or another Joaquin walked outside and said, 'i know you dont think i know, but i do, and you can talk to me if you want.' and with that he walked back inside.
that bastard, he always had the most perfect thing to say in any moment. he always knew what was best. i've come ro regard Joaquin as a sort of suragat boyfreind, just in the communication department; i could always talk to him, and he always gave me good advise. not that what he just said was advise or anything, but it was comforting.
i vaugly remember Sean, followed closely by Jay (the guy whos house we were now partying at) walk by me and walk down the road in the direction of my house.
Alicia came outside soon after and asked me what was wrong (i believe i may have been tearing up a bit). i dont remember much of what she was saying to me, i was a bit caught up in my oun thoughts; but she was starting to get upset now too(she gets upset sometimes when she is drunk, you might call her a light-wieght). i got up, said something about finding sean and ran to my car (i had sobered up a bit at this point).
i drove down the road a few blocks and found Sean and Jay walking. i told Sean to get into the car, and he refused. Jay decided to leave us alone and walked back to his house. after about 100 more attemps to get him in the car, all the time crying hyserically (not an easy thing to admit, comming from me), he finally got in the car, and i drove the remaining 2 block to our house. we got out and went inside.
after holding each other for a long time, and me explaining that i had no idea he was serious, i said 'yes.'
the next morning when we were both sober, the first thing he said was that he was not just being drunk, and he meant every word, and that we would be getting married.
leave it to me to pay attention to detail. i should write this crap for a living...
haha..
hope you enjoyed the story.
theres people outside on the deck playing foozball; i can here them through the open front door about 10 feet behind me. ive got a beer in my left hand, the tips of 2 playing cards in my right and an idiotic drunken smile on my face. i cant remember if i had a good hand or not, but i would guess not because i dont win very often (i play to be social). Sean is to my left, my freinds Joaquin and Jana to my right, across the table are more freinds Alicia, Jay, Lizzy and Kurt. all continuing the drunken spiral we started much earlier in the day.
everyone is loud. talking and laughing, trying to here each other above the music. Sean is staring at me and anounces 'Everyone! hey! i've got something to say!' and he looks at me and says 'Brooke, will you marry me?'
now, it must be said that nobody actually heard him at all, except Joaquin to my right. it should also be said that i have asked Sean to marry me MANY times, mostly without marrit, and he always jokingly turns me down.
i'd like to tell you i jumped up and said 'yes! i will marry you' but i did not. what i actually said was something to the extent of, 'haha. no! your just being drunk...'
he then hung his sad, drunken head, folded his hand of cards and sunkered off to the bathroom.
i watched him walk off and realised he was not just fuckin' around. the gravity of what he just said sunk into my thick scull. i folded my hand too, walked outside past the foozball table and sunk into a rocking lawn chair. i thought about a billion things, many of them i cannot recal; but the jist of it was whether i would really want to live with sean for the rest of my life. at one point or another Joaquin walked outside and said, 'i know you dont think i know, but i do, and you can talk to me if you want.' and with that he walked back inside.
that bastard, he always had the most perfect thing to say in any moment. he always knew what was best. i've come ro regard Joaquin as a sort of suragat boyfreind, just in the communication department; i could always talk to him, and he always gave me good advise. not that what he just said was advise or anything, but it was comforting.
i vaugly remember Sean, followed closely by Jay (the guy whos house we were now partying at) walk by me and walk down the road in the direction of my house.
Alicia came outside soon after and asked me what was wrong (i believe i may have been tearing up a bit). i dont remember much of what she was saying to me, i was a bit caught up in my oun thoughts; but she was starting to get upset now too(she gets upset sometimes when she is drunk, you might call her a light-wieght). i got up, said something about finding sean and ran to my car (i had sobered up a bit at this point).
i drove down the road a few blocks and found Sean and Jay walking. i told Sean to get into the car, and he refused. Jay decided to leave us alone and walked back to his house. after about 100 more attemps to get him in the car, all the time crying hyserically (not an easy thing to admit, comming from me), he finally got in the car, and i drove the remaining 2 block to our house. we got out and went inside.
after holding each other for a long time, and me explaining that i had no idea he was serious, i said 'yes.'
the next morning when we were both sober, the first thing he said was that he was not just being drunk, and he meant every word, and that we would be getting married.
leave it to me to pay attention to detail. i should write this crap for a living...
haha..
hope you enjoyed the story.