OOOKAY then...
Dude. Last night was...yeah, interesting. Something v. odd happened. At least I thought it was. Let me start at the beginning.
So I mentioned that I was going to some lounge in Charlotte w/peoples from work, right? Well we got there; it was me, Heather, Justin, Jen, and Jenny...we wait in line for 30 min. The line does not move. People are starting to get v. bitchy and some girl behind us is threatening to beat up some guy in front of us for cutting in line. Generally just not happy vibes, right? So we leave and head to a different bar, some other place I've never heard of in Belmont called Main Street. 'Tis closed. So we wind up at O'Charleys. Heh. Fun times, it is, being in O'Charleys wearing leather pants, stiletto boots, a cut-up t-shirt that says Dublin on the front, and pink star earrings that dangle down to my chin. We meet Ryan and Thomas there...Thomas's skank girlfriend being conspicuously absent. So they start to CLOSE; it's only 1! What the hell? Group unanimous decision to buy beer and go to Thomas's house.
Anyways, so me, Justin, and Thomas pile into my car to get beer, Ryan goes to his house to pick up some weed, and the rest go to McDonald's to get some munchies. We congregate at Thomas's. We play 5 or 6 rounds of Asshole and then launch into Spades, which is really funny cause everyone is at least tipsy if not downright drunk...not exactly at our best, strategically speaking. Dude...Jen is a really annoying drunk. Sorry, tangent there.
Around 4 Heather, Justin, and Ryan leave and it's me, Jenny, Jen, and Thomas. Me, Jen, and Jenny all drove and had had way too much to drink to get back in the car, so we decided to crash there. Which was v. logical since I was already drifting off to sleep ANYWAYS.
This is where the weird thing happened.
Jen's passed out on the couch, I'm curled up on the loveseat, Jenny's in Thomas's bed. I dunno where Thomas was. I'm on the verge of falling asleep, just right at the edge, ya know? Well I'm lying there and Thomas comes over and kneels in front of me with his face really close to mine. V. gently brushes the hair out of my face, runs his finger down my cheek, and whispers "Goodnight." Kisses my cheek v. softly, then kisses the top of my head, disappears, reappears with a sleeping bag, and lays down next to the loveseat and goes to sleep.
*blinks*
Whaaaaaaaaat? That was like...seriously, that was one of the most uncharacterisitic things I've ever seen anybody do. I wasn't asleep, but he obviously thought I was...I didn't let on, though, cause it was just such a weird moment. But this guy! This guy is a straight-up PLAYER. Mr. Wham-bam-thankyouma'am. Mr. I Love Football and Casual Sex. I just...I don't know, that's like the sort of thing you do to somebody you've been dating for awhile! Not somebody who you barely know that you work with and flirt with on occasion. I mean...dude, I don't know.
Anyways, I woke up around 7:30 and everybody was still asleep, so I just got my purse and coat and drove home and slept until 1. Blah, and I feel like I'm getting sick too; not like hungover sick, cause I didn't drink that much, but SICK sick...I fuckin hope not.
But...man. Man oh man. So weird. So very weird.
So I mentioned that I was going to some lounge in Charlotte w/peoples from work, right? Well we got there; it was me, Heather, Justin, Jen, and Jenny...we wait in line for 30 min. The line does not move. People are starting to get v. bitchy and some girl behind us is threatening to beat up some guy in front of us for cutting in line. Generally just not happy vibes, right? So we leave and head to a different bar, some other place I've never heard of in Belmont called Main Street. 'Tis closed. So we wind up at O'Charleys. Heh. Fun times, it is, being in O'Charleys wearing leather pants, stiletto boots, a cut-up t-shirt that says Dublin on the front, and pink star earrings that dangle down to my chin. We meet Ryan and Thomas there...Thomas's skank girlfriend being conspicuously absent. So they start to CLOSE; it's only 1! What the hell? Group unanimous decision to buy beer and go to Thomas's house.
Anyways, so me, Justin, and Thomas pile into my car to get beer, Ryan goes to his house to pick up some weed, and the rest go to McDonald's to get some munchies. We congregate at Thomas's. We play 5 or 6 rounds of Asshole and then launch into Spades, which is really funny cause everyone is at least tipsy if not downright drunk...not exactly at our best, strategically speaking. Dude...Jen is a really annoying drunk. Sorry, tangent there.
Around 4 Heather, Justin, and Ryan leave and it's me, Jenny, Jen, and Thomas. Me, Jen, and Jenny all drove and had had way too much to drink to get back in the car, so we decided to crash there. Which was v. logical since I was already drifting off to sleep ANYWAYS.
This is where the weird thing happened.
Jen's passed out on the couch, I'm curled up on the loveseat, Jenny's in Thomas's bed. I dunno where Thomas was. I'm on the verge of falling asleep, just right at the edge, ya know? Well I'm lying there and Thomas comes over and kneels in front of me with his face really close to mine. V. gently brushes the hair out of my face, runs his finger down my cheek, and whispers "Goodnight." Kisses my cheek v. softly, then kisses the top of my head, disappears, reappears with a sleeping bag, and lays down next to the loveseat and goes to sleep.
*blinks*
Whaaaaaaaaat? That was like...seriously, that was one of the most uncharacterisitic things I've ever seen anybody do. I wasn't asleep, but he obviously thought I was...I didn't let on, though, cause it was just such a weird moment. But this guy! This guy is a straight-up PLAYER. Mr. Wham-bam-thankyouma'am. Mr. I Love Football and Casual Sex. I just...I don't know, that's like the sort of thing you do to somebody you've been dating for awhile! Not somebody who you barely know that you work with and flirt with on occasion. I mean...dude, I don't know.
Anyways, I woke up around 7:30 and everybody was still asleep, so I just got my purse and coat and drove home and slept until 1. Blah, and I feel like I'm getting sick too; not like hungover sick, cause I didn't drink that much, but SICK sick...I fuckin hope not.
But...man. Man oh man. So weird. So very weird.