Semi-Formal, The Full Story
So, this is the story of the fucked-to-death mess that was the champaign semiformal.
...which actually probably wasn't as bad as i feel like it was. I don't know. I had a good time for the most part, but it went downhill really fast.
So, the person who asked me to said fraternity semiformal is Stephan, a guy who has had a crush on me off and on for about a year now. The thing is, i don't really have anything but feelings of friendship for Stephan, despite being a really nice guy who i have a fair number of things in common with.
Tuesday night Cole, Stephan's best friend and roommate, requested a chat with me about the semiformal. We sat in my car in the fraternity parking lot and he "broke the news" to me that stephan might still have a crush on me. I told him i was way better at reading the situation than Cole was, clearly. He told me just to be careful, that Stephan would probably get his "drunk courage" up and make a move. Oh really, i replied. "I think he'd just be happy if you kissed him." Ughh. Being the recipient of innocent unrequited love isn't as easy as the giver would like to think.
So, to the night of. I had gotten a sweet dress in Dallas over Thanksgiving, and Sara came over about an hour before Stephan was suppose to pick me up to help me stay focused on getting ready and to zip dresses, pin hair, and clasp necklaces. After stealing hairspray from roommates, undreading that one chunk of my hair that just really wants to become a dreadlock, searching for that one perfect clip, and doing the fastest nailpainting job ever, everything came together right as Stephan showed up. Pictures were taken by fake-mom Sara, and we headed out.
We arrive at the fraternity and almost immediately run into Cole, who has already lost Lindsey, his date and recent exgirlfriend (maximum amount of awkwardness), and doesn't really care if he finds her or not. Stephan and i grab a bottle of champagne for dinner and head downstairs to dinner. Pre-dinner is awkward because a. everyone seems to know each other (probably because they're all greeks?) and b. from the first Stephan starts off a night of champagne getting spilled on me.
Dinner was pretty good, and uneventful. I couldn't tell if the sweat running down Stephan's forehead was cause he was hot or freaking nervous. I felt semi-awful.
After dinner Stephan and i went upstairs to get another bottle of champagne and ended up just chilling in the room and drinking. Eventually we started playing Mario Cart, and Stephan "supposedly" kicked my ass - i lost 9-2, but they were close races, i swear. More music, more alcohol, more Cole wandering in bitching about his night, and then stumbling in, and then just collapsing in his chair for a bit. And Tucker, their other roommate, coming in and out to get more alcohol and drink his miseries away, because the girl he's in love with "that he'll never get to see again" (and who lives in Missouri, a mere four hours away) couldn't come (she was actually suppose to but she got grounded - yeah, he'll never see her again, blah blah blah - i was on the verge of bitching him out).
Most of the night was fun but uneventful. We wandered around a bit, played some more music, had a mini dance party, talked to people who wandered in and out. Eventually there was a rematch of Mario Cart and i handed Stephan's ass to him with an 11-2 victory in front of a handful of his frat brothers. I felt a little bit bad, but Cole and Stephan would not shut up when i was losing.
So, fast forward to around two-thirty, three-ish. The party has completely died down. Cole is passed out after having a shitty night. Much to my surprise, Stephan and I have managed to consume 5/6 bottles of champaign, and i am still able to walk (in heels), talk, think, and carry my glass of champaign without spilling. We decide to walk around the house and see just how dead things are. Besides us, there are two people outside smoking, and one guy in pajamas half-heartedly cleaning up. Since the formal room is empty and the speakers are still set up, we decide to throw our own dance party. And we're dancing to crazy shit, and Stephan is drunk, and i just know that this is going to be trouble, but i don't care because goddamn it, i'm going to enjoy dancing because dancing while drunk/high is the only time i'm not self-conscious about it. And Stephan alternates between sitting across the empty room watching me, or dancing as close as he possibly can, and i can't figure out which is less uncomfortable. And he slips little comments and compliments into the conversation and then he starts getting that look, the look that every girl knows means trouble, and i keep fending it off and it gets more and more awkward and finally i just give up so that he'll stop looking at me like that and i can just get it done with so i kiss him and it's not bad except for the fact that by doing it i'm being a gigantic bitch to good friend and good guy.
And then he starts kissing me all over and i'm trying to tell him that this is definitely not something he wants to be doing and he doesn't give a fuck and why would he? i've given him hope that it'll all work out, and it won't. I really don't think it will, and i feel horrible.
So then i steer the conversation to the issue of how the hell i'm going to get home at 4 in the morning, as it is way pass Saferide (a free ride home service here) time, and Stephan is in no state to drive me home. He throws out the option of walking me back to my apartment, but i can tell he's not really serious. I call Emilio (this freshman that i've been off and on sort of seeing but sort of not - i should post about this at some point), who had offered to give me a ride home if necessary, but he was also totally drunk. So then Stephan suggested i should just stay at the fraternity, that i could just sleep on the futon or something. But i really wanted to go home. Alcohol makes me really just want to wake up somewhere safe in the morning, and i was definitely ready for this ten-hour night to be over. But since it looked like there was no way i was getting back, i decided to give up. So i agree to sleep on the futon, and Stephan pulls it out, and i begin to realize that Stephan plans to sleep in the room with me. With little to no tact i announce that i'm not sleeping with stephan. He assures me he won't "do anything" - he says he'll sleep at my feet like a lap dog, which is about the worst thing a guy can say to a girl who already feels like she's walking all over him - but i don't care. Alcohol makes me pertinacious and petulant, and so i curl up in Cole's chair and think about how i'm not going to sleep at all. But Cole's chair, comfy as it is for sitting, is not good for curling, so i give up and lay down on the futon, pressed up against the wall behind it to create the maximum amount of space between Stephan and i.
Stephan falls asleep pretty quickly, and i'm left staring at the ceiling listening to the music he left on. I'm exhausted and feel trapped and just want to have my car there, even if to sleep in by myself. It takes me about ten minutes to decide that i cannot stay here, and so i crawl off the futon, blindly grope for my shoes and bag, and leave. I call Emilio and ask if he can do me a huge favor - check me into Hash in about fifteen minutes. He sleepily agrees, and i make the trek from Lambda Chi Alpha to Hash, cold, wobbly, and alone.
When i get to Hash, Emilio looks like he's had the worst night ever, and he has - he's spent it babysitting his best friend, who had become suicidal after he found out friday morning that his dad had killed himself. So we go up to his room, and immediately crawl up to his bed. Except, there are no sheets on his bed because he had done laundry but not bothered to put them back on and so i begin to freak out about that. My dress is uncomfortable, the plastic covering of his mattress is sticking to my skin as well, the comforter is too hot but without it it's too cold, and i ended up crawling down once he was asleep and sleeping on his futon under my cape.
At ten, i woke up to Emilio talking on the phone to someone about his friend, trying to find out what had happened after he and Kevin (Emilio's other best friend - an awkward name for me to hear sometimes) had handed him over to the RAs. I asked him if i could go home now, and he checked me out and drove me back.
I have never been so excited to come back to my crappy apartment and my fortress of solitude. I came in, and took my dress off, and passed out in bed until 4 this afternoon.
So yeah, that's how that went.
...which actually probably wasn't as bad as i feel like it was. I don't know. I had a good time for the most part, but it went downhill really fast.
So, the person who asked me to said fraternity semiformal is Stephan, a guy who has had a crush on me off and on for about a year now. The thing is, i don't really have anything but feelings of friendship for Stephan, despite being a really nice guy who i have a fair number of things in common with.
Tuesday night Cole, Stephan's best friend and roommate, requested a chat with me about the semiformal. We sat in my car in the fraternity parking lot and he "broke the news" to me that stephan might still have a crush on me. I told him i was way better at reading the situation than Cole was, clearly. He told me just to be careful, that Stephan would probably get his "drunk courage" up and make a move. Oh really, i replied. "I think he'd just be happy if you kissed him." Ughh. Being the recipient of innocent unrequited love isn't as easy as the giver would like to think.
So, to the night of. I had gotten a sweet dress in Dallas over Thanksgiving, and Sara came over about an hour before Stephan was suppose to pick me up to help me stay focused on getting ready and to zip dresses, pin hair, and clasp necklaces. After stealing hairspray from roommates, undreading that one chunk of my hair that just really wants to become a dreadlock, searching for that one perfect clip, and doing the fastest nailpainting job ever, everything came together right as Stephan showed up. Pictures were taken by fake-mom Sara, and we headed out.
We arrive at the fraternity and almost immediately run into Cole, who has already lost Lindsey, his date and recent exgirlfriend (maximum amount of awkwardness), and doesn't really care if he finds her or not. Stephan and i grab a bottle of champagne for dinner and head downstairs to dinner. Pre-dinner is awkward because a. everyone seems to know each other (probably because they're all greeks?) and b. from the first Stephan starts off a night of champagne getting spilled on me.
Dinner was pretty good, and uneventful. I couldn't tell if the sweat running down Stephan's forehead was cause he was hot or freaking nervous. I felt semi-awful.
After dinner Stephan and i went upstairs to get another bottle of champagne and ended up just chilling in the room and drinking. Eventually we started playing Mario Cart, and Stephan "supposedly" kicked my ass - i lost 9-2, but they were close races, i swear. More music, more alcohol, more Cole wandering in bitching about his night, and then stumbling in, and then just collapsing in his chair for a bit. And Tucker, their other roommate, coming in and out to get more alcohol and drink his miseries away, because the girl he's in love with "that he'll never get to see again" (and who lives in Missouri, a mere four hours away) couldn't come (she was actually suppose to but she got grounded - yeah, he'll never see her again, blah blah blah - i was on the verge of bitching him out).
Most of the night was fun but uneventful. We wandered around a bit, played some more music, had a mini dance party, talked to people who wandered in and out. Eventually there was a rematch of Mario Cart and i handed Stephan's ass to him with an 11-2 victory in front of a handful of his frat brothers. I felt a little bit bad, but Cole and Stephan would not shut up when i was losing.
So, fast forward to around two-thirty, three-ish. The party has completely died down. Cole is passed out after having a shitty night. Much to my surprise, Stephan and I have managed to consume 5/6 bottles of champaign, and i am still able to walk (in heels), talk, think, and carry my glass of champaign without spilling. We decide to walk around the house and see just how dead things are. Besides us, there are two people outside smoking, and one guy in pajamas half-heartedly cleaning up. Since the formal room is empty and the speakers are still set up, we decide to throw our own dance party. And we're dancing to crazy shit, and Stephan is drunk, and i just know that this is going to be trouble, but i don't care because goddamn it, i'm going to enjoy dancing because dancing while drunk/high is the only time i'm not self-conscious about it. And Stephan alternates between sitting across the empty room watching me, or dancing as close as he possibly can, and i can't figure out which is less uncomfortable. And he slips little comments and compliments into the conversation and then he starts getting that look, the look that every girl knows means trouble, and i keep fending it off and it gets more and more awkward and finally i just give up so that he'll stop looking at me like that and i can just get it done with so i kiss him and it's not bad except for the fact that by doing it i'm being a gigantic bitch to good friend and good guy.
And then he starts kissing me all over and i'm trying to tell him that this is definitely not something he wants to be doing and he doesn't give a fuck and why would he? i've given him hope that it'll all work out, and it won't. I really don't think it will, and i feel horrible.
So then i steer the conversation to the issue of how the hell i'm going to get home at 4 in the morning, as it is way pass Saferide (a free ride home service here) time, and Stephan is in no state to drive me home. He throws out the option of walking me back to my apartment, but i can tell he's not really serious. I call Emilio (this freshman that i've been off and on sort of seeing but sort of not - i should post about this at some point), who had offered to give me a ride home if necessary, but he was also totally drunk. So then Stephan suggested i should just stay at the fraternity, that i could just sleep on the futon or something. But i really wanted to go home. Alcohol makes me really just want to wake up somewhere safe in the morning, and i was definitely ready for this ten-hour night to be over. But since it looked like there was no way i was getting back, i decided to give up. So i agree to sleep on the futon, and Stephan pulls it out, and i begin to realize that Stephan plans to sleep in the room with me. With little to no tact i announce that i'm not sleeping with stephan. He assures me he won't "do anything" - he says he'll sleep at my feet like a lap dog, which is about the worst thing a guy can say to a girl who already feels like she's walking all over him - but i don't care. Alcohol makes me pertinacious and petulant, and so i curl up in Cole's chair and think about how i'm not going to sleep at all. But Cole's chair, comfy as it is for sitting, is not good for curling, so i give up and lay down on the futon, pressed up against the wall behind it to create the maximum amount of space between Stephan and i.
Stephan falls asleep pretty quickly, and i'm left staring at the ceiling listening to the music he left on. I'm exhausted and feel trapped and just want to have my car there, even if to sleep in by myself. It takes me about ten minutes to decide that i cannot stay here, and so i crawl off the futon, blindly grope for my shoes and bag, and leave. I call Emilio and ask if he can do me a huge favor - check me into Hash in about fifteen minutes. He sleepily agrees, and i make the trek from Lambda Chi Alpha to Hash, cold, wobbly, and alone.
When i get to Hash, Emilio looks like he's had the worst night ever, and he has - he's spent it babysitting his best friend, who had become suicidal after he found out friday morning that his dad had killed himself. So we go up to his room, and immediately crawl up to his bed. Except, there are no sheets on his bed because he had done laundry but not bothered to put them back on and so i begin to freak out about that. My dress is uncomfortable, the plastic covering of his mattress is sticking to my skin as well, the comforter is too hot but without it it's too cold, and i ended up crawling down once he was asleep and sleeping on his futon under my cape.
At ten, i woke up to Emilio talking on the phone to someone about his friend, trying to find out what had happened after he and Kevin (Emilio's other best friend - an awkward name for me to hear sometimes) had handed him over to the RAs. I asked him if i could go home now, and he checked me out and drove me back.
I have never been so excited to come back to my crappy apartment and my fortress of solitude. I came in, and took my dress off, and passed out in bed until 4 this afternoon.
So yeah, that's how that went.