my birthday
"So, how was your birthday, Bradford?"
Well, let me just tell you.
Thursday afternoon Patrick and I rushed home to clean and cook dinner because my family was coming over to eat and celebrate. We basically became crazy OCD. I always get nervous about impressing people, but this situation was compounded by many factors. First of all, in the year and a half that I've owned my house, my family has only come over twice. Secondly, my parents are very perfectionist type people. And most of all, I wanted it to be very clear to them that Patrick and I are not lovers.
Patrick was also very nervous, particularly about the last part. He's already a relatively feminine/metrosexual guy by his own proclamation, so that doesn't really help the situation too much. And knowing how the wheels turn in my mom's head, I'm sure that she has been thinking for a while now that he and I are sleeping together.
The first topic of conversation that my mom brought up with Patrick was about him being a good cook; finding a good wife; etc. Patrick made sure to mention Sarah (his new girlfriend) quite often and obviously. In the end I think it turned out alright. I believe he did in fact reassure them that he actually is straight.
My family stayed until about ten, eating and playing Cranium. Good times were had by all. Then the parents left and the second party started.
The friends party included myself, Andrea, Patrick, Sarah, Melissa, John, and Henry. We drank and smoked on the back porch. Actually, I had one drink and two bombs; then I held an unlit cigarette between my lips all night long so that I could be cool like all the smokers. John taught me how to ash on people and in their drinks, but it was hard to get the hang of it since unlit cigarettes don't ash.
The little bit of alcohol I had was enough to get me fairly drunk, which led to such acts as climbing on top of the roof with Henry and peeing down into the yard. At least I was sober enough to know where to pee; Patrick peed on his surround sound system. We played Cranium as well, except that this was the drunken version. I was SO excited that John had come, as he is the "straight boy" crush that I've spoken a bit about lately. For a straight boy, he was exceptionally "tolerant" the whole night; he let me sit in his lap while we "smoked"; I layed my head in his lap while we played Cranium; then when our team won he said he was so excited that he could kiss me. I don't remember that part, but according to Andrea's recollection he backed out at the last second. I was a bit upset about that part because that was seriously the ONE thing I was hoping for on my birthday.
The night ended when I decided to throw up in the hallway. Apparently I'm enough of a lightweight that I can't even hold down the little bit I had. Henry and John helped me clean and then carried me into my bed. I woke up the next morning in my jeans and a hoodie - definitely a first, as my drunkenness has always ended in nudity. Apparently I'm a bit of an exhibitionist, though I guess katherinemorrow could have told me that from the desire I expressed in middle school to do undies shots.
When Patrick and I woke up this morning we showered and made a trip to Sonic for breakfast/lunch. He rushed me out the door, so I went without a shirt. This was apparently not the best idea since I now sit here with red sharpie all over my chest that says "IT'S MY BIRTHDAY! SEX IS BAD". I'm not really sure what that last part is supposed to mean. Anyway, we took our Sonic to the park and ate at a picnic table under the beautiful October weather. Then we laid down on the table and took a nap looking up at the clouds. After we woke up from our outdoor nap, we both came home and climbed in my bed to watch movies and take an indoor nap.
All in all, it was one of the best birthdays in memory. I got lots of cool presents. I successfully hosted a get-together for my family. And I almost got some action from my straight boy. Take out the vomit, and it would have been darn near perfect. :)
Well, let me just tell you.
Thursday afternoon Patrick and I rushed home to clean and cook dinner because my family was coming over to eat and celebrate. We basically became crazy OCD. I always get nervous about impressing people, but this situation was compounded by many factors. First of all, in the year and a half that I've owned my house, my family has only come over twice. Secondly, my parents are very perfectionist type people. And most of all, I wanted it to be very clear to them that Patrick and I are not lovers.
Patrick was also very nervous, particularly about the last part. He's already a relatively feminine/metrosexual guy by his own proclamation, so that doesn't really help the situation too much. And knowing how the wheels turn in my mom's head, I'm sure that she has been thinking for a while now that he and I are sleeping together.
The first topic of conversation that my mom brought up with Patrick was about him being a good cook; finding a good wife; etc. Patrick made sure to mention Sarah (his new girlfriend) quite often and obviously. In the end I think it turned out alright. I believe he did in fact reassure them that he actually is straight.
My family stayed until about ten, eating and playing Cranium. Good times were had by all. Then the parents left and the second party started.
The friends party included myself, Andrea, Patrick, Sarah, Melissa, John, and Henry. We drank and smoked on the back porch. Actually, I had one drink and two bombs; then I held an unlit cigarette between my lips all night long so that I could be cool like all the smokers. John taught me how to ash on people and in their drinks, but it was hard to get the hang of it since unlit cigarettes don't ash.
The little bit of alcohol I had was enough to get me fairly drunk, which led to such acts as climbing on top of the roof with Henry and peeing down into the yard. At least I was sober enough to know where to pee; Patrick peed on his surround sound system. We played Cranium as well, except that this was the drunken version. I was SO excited that John had come, as he is the "straight boy" crush that I've spoken a bit about lately. For a straight boy, he was exceptionally "tolerant" the whole night; he let me sit in his lap while we "smoked"; I layed my head in his lap while we played Cranium; then when our team won he said he was so excited that he could kiss me. I don't remember that part, but according to Andrea's recollection he backed out at the last second. I was a bit upset about that part because that was seriously the ONE thing I was hoping for on my birthday.
The night ended when I decided to throw up in the hallway. Apparently I'm enough of a lightweight that I can't even hold down the little bit I had. Henry and John helped me clean and then carried me into my bed. I woke up the next morning in my jeans and a hoodie - definitely a first, as my drunkenness has always ended in nudity. Apparently I'm a bit of an exhibitionist, though I guess katherinemorrow could have told me that from the desire I expressed in middle school to do undies shots.
When Patrick and I woke up this morning we showered and made a trip to Sonic for breakfast/lunch. He rushed me out the door, so I went without a shirt. This was apparently not the best idea since I now sit here with red sharpie all over my chest that says "IT'S MY BIRTHDAY! SEX IS BAD". I'm not really sure what that last part is supposed to mean. Anyway, we took our Sonic to the park and ate at a picnic table under the beautiful October weather. Then we laid down on the table and took a nap looking up at the clouds. After we woke up from our outdoor nap, we both came home and climbed in my bed to watch movies and take an indoor nap.
All in all, it was one of the best birthdays in memory. I got lots of cool presents. I successfully hosted a get-together for my family. And I almost got some action from my straight boy. Take out the vomit, and it would have been darn near perfect. :)