A forgotten night
Friday started at the bar on 21st, a couple pints while working on Math homework turned into a pitcher shared with Adina. I was biding my time before my date with SJ that night, except she wasn't returning my calls. Still I waited, pleased to be hanging out with a friend (thus the waiting was somewhat justified) but when I stopped by her empty place I decided to head out for a teammates birthday at Crave.
One of the go go dancers/drag performer, a girl I dated in the summer, got me in for free. And with a previous beer buzz, along with additional whiskey sours at Crave, and possibly whatever drinks I must have had later I got completely blacked out. This has never happened, and shouldn't have considering the circumstances... I wasn't sure where I would be staying that night, although I knew I had my options from one of my teammates.
With a dead phone I wake up in a bed with two girls, vague recollections of pot smoking and bed rolling come to memory. But I can't remember how I got there, much less the last hours of the night, or their names. I leave with a name and number and make my way to the volunteer gig at the Convention center, an art auction for OCAC which I stilt walked for. Upon my arrival, one of the OCAC people stops me and tells me I'm missing and to call my Mother asap.
Apparently, since I didn't end up picking up my backpack from the bar Lily contacted my friend, Adina, to see where I was. She grabbed my stuff for me. But Adina didn't know where I was and contacted one of my teammates Tonya who started getting worried when I didn't show at the ORSU Scavenger Hunt that afternoon. And especially worried because she had never seen me as drunk as I was that night.
My parents were then contacted, and an entire man hunt was on. Tonya calling local Hospitals and jails then adding me to their scavenger hunt. My parents calling local morgues, the police, and friends. While Lily and Adina waited to hear where I would turn up.
I charge my phone when my parents arrive at the Convention Center and receive plentiful texts regarding my safety, plus voicemails from SJ and her excuse as well as from a girl I had no recollection of that night.
Hungover, nervous, and blue faced I'm stilt walking around the room of people bidding on art (including a plate I painted) hoping I don't fall. I don't fall but there were some close calls. I spent most of the night hanging for dear life on the wall. Hungover and stilt walking for virtually the first time is the worst combination.
That night I text the mystery girl on my voicemail, surprised and glad I remember her she asks me out for the following night. The meeting point racks my nerves because I'm not sure how I will greet someone I don't remember. However, I show up early and when she arrives I'm surprised I do actually remember her face. We head to a bar with a live funk band and embarrassingly say I don't remember much of our exchange that night. She plays it out step by step for me. At a table with friends I'm smiling at her so she comes up to me and asks me to join her outside for a cigarette. We make out for a while and she leaves wondering if I'm actually a person who can connect with people, or if I'm that stupid drunk all the time. However, the date goes well and ends up at her place. I'm excited to believe I'll actually be dating someone who could give me what I deserve, unlike SJ.
Now, I'm going to chill out on the drinking, the whole disappearing act I played, which affected SO many people, and being a slut. I was such a drunk slut.
The new girl plays the piano, is in a band, likes similar music/movies, loves to dance, helps pregnant women during their birthing process, is lovingly hands on, as well as majoring in Women's Studies.
Now I have to figure out if I still want to go to Mexico with SJ, or if she's even committed to that in the first. I would like her there for the spanish speaking company.
One of the go go dancers/drag performer, a girl I dated in the summer, got me in for free. And with a previous beer buzz, along with additional whiskey sours at Crave, and possibly whatever drinks I must have had later I got completely blacked out. This has never happened, and shouldn't have considering the circumstances... I wasn't sure where I would be staying that night, although I knew I had my options from one of my teammates.
With a dead phone I wake up in a bed with two girls, vague recollections of pot smoking and bed rolling come to memory. But I can't remember how I got there, much less the last hours of the night, or their names. I leave with a name and number and make my way to the volunteer gig at the Convention center, an art auction for OCAC which I stilt walked for. Upon my arrival, one of the OCAC people stops me and tells me I'm missing and to call my Mother asap.
Apparently, since I didn't end up picking up my backpack from the bar Lily contacted my friend, Adina, to see where I was. She grabbed my stuff for me. But Adina didn't know where I was and contacted one of my teammates Tonya who started getting worried when I didn't show at the ORSU Scavenger Hunt that afternoon. And especially worried because she had never seen me as drunk as I was that night.
My parents were then contacted, and an entire man hunt was on. Tonya calling local Hospitals and jails then adding me to their scavenger hunt. My parents calling local morgues, the police, and friends. While Lily and Adina waited to hear where I would turn up.
I charge my phone when my parents arrive at the Convention Center and receive plentiful texts regarding my safety, plus voicemails from SJ and her excuse as well as from a girl I had no recollection of that night.
Hungover, nervous, and blue faced I'm stilt walking around the room of people bidding on art (including a plate I painted) hoping I don't fall. I don't fall but there were some close calls. I spent most of the night hanging for dear life on the wall. Hungover and stilt walking for virtually the first time is the worst combination.
That night I text the mystery girl on my voicemail, surprised and glad I remember her she asks me out for the following night. The meeting point racks my nerves because I'm not sure how I will greet someone I don't remember. However, I show up early and when she arrives I'm surprised I do actually remember her face. We head to a bar with a live funk band and embarrassingly say I don't remember much of our exchange that night. She plays it out step by step for me. At a table with friends I'm smiling at her so she comes up to me and asks me to join her outside for a cigarette. We make out for a while and she leaves wondering if I'm actually a person who can connect with people, or if I'm that stupid drunk all the time. However, the date goes well and ends up at her place. I'm excited to believe I'll actually be dating someone who could give me what I deserve, unlike SJ.
Now, I'm going to chill out on the drinking, the whole disappearing act I played, which affected SO many people, and being a slut. I was such a drunk slut.
The new girl plays the piano, is in a band, likes similar music/movies, loves to dance, helps pregnant women during their birthing process, is lovingly hands on, as well as majoring in Women's Studies.
Now I have to figure out if I still want to go to Mexico with SJ, or if she's even committed to that in the first. I would like her there for the spanish speaking company.