So this is what it has come to
TO THOSE OF YOU WHO I TEXTED TONIGHT WHILE I WAS DRINKING, I'M OKAY, LOL
Not drunk, but probably tipsy enough to know that I will probably regret typing this later
So I've determined that even though I've never been drunk before, I am probably the following type(s) of drunk(s):
- Sleepy drunk
- Quiet drunk
- Jealous bitchy drunk
- Drunk texter
- Blogging drunk
Had a wonderful day up until around 11:00pm.
- Went to go see Star Trek with my cousin Michael, which was pretty boss, if I do say so myself
- Went to Berry Berry with Michael afterward to find out that they're giving away free yogurt tomorrow
- Went with moral_extremist for purikura, bento, and more yogurt... LOL
But here's where I'm upset:
In between dropping off Michael and hanging out with Yuki, I was supposed to make a quick stop by Leonard's graduation party. I thought it started at six, but apparently it was moved to eight, and I had no idea... Well, Leonard said that he called me to tell me of the time change, but I have no recollection of it ;;;;; So I call him to ask if the door was open (the party was being held at his friend's house), and he was like, "You're there already?"
"... Yes?"
"It starts at eight."
"WHAT."
So I'm pretty pissy because everything kept on changing today, so I was like, "I'M JUST GOING TO GO HOME."
"Well, I'm going to Half-Priced Books before the party starts if you want to meet me there."
And since I was two minutes away from there and because I have the weakest will of mankind, I agreed.
It was nice, blah blah blah. Catching up and shit. It was so nice that my face was fucking red the whole time and I ended up not confessing or whatever because I didn't want to ruin a good moment and be like, "HEY LEONARD, GUESS WHAT?" And during our conversation, I had said that I would have gone to his graduation if I knew it was today, and he told me I could make it up to him if I showed up at the party tonight. I told him the truth that I didn't want to see him drunk. But before this, I was talking to Michael, you know, getting a guy's point of view and such, and he told me that perhaps I should make a small appearance because it seems like Leonard really wanted me to go since he kept bugging, texting, and calling me about it, and I've declined seeing him so many times that I should probably say hello or something.
So, I arrive... And Leonard is already drunk. He was all, "ANNETTE, I'M SO GLAD YOU CAME," but why would I believe a drunk's words .__. And I think he's the touchy-feely drunk because he kept on playing with my hair, hugging me, holding my hand, resting his head on my shoulder, JUST LIKE OLD TIMES LOL OKAY GUYZ AS IF I WASN'T BAWWWING ENOUGH ABOUT THIS EARLIER HAHAHAHA I mean, he was holding hands with all the other girls who passed by and was like, "AWW LEONARD ARE YOU DRUNK," but I know it's the alcohol and am more mature than that OKAY
And after his friends pressure him into taking like five shots of whiskey within thirty minutes, of course he's hunched over and rushing to the bathroom constantly. And while he's sitting next to me, he's holding my hand, and I thought I would at least stay there and make sure he's alive, and you know, not collapse onto the floor, pass out, or choke on his own vomit, right?
But you know how friends like to interrogate and make fun of you when you're drunk... So his friends kept on saying stuff like, "WHO'S THAT GIRL IN THE BLUE DRESS, LEONARD? IS THAT YOUR GIRLFRIEND, LEONARD? DO YOU LIKE HER, LEONARD?" FYI, I wasn't wearing a blue dress.
So while he's hunched over and dry heaving, I'm holding his hand, and once in a while, he'll stroke or squeeze it, which is good because I know he's alive. And then the girl in the blue dress appears, stroking his back, hugging him, that kind of thing. I didn't really think of it, but...
Then my mother calls me, so I step outside and take the call. Right when I get off the phone, Leonard's friends push him outside so he could get some fresh air. So while he's kind of sprawled out on the lawn chair, he's holding, stroking, squeezing my hand again and said, "I'm sorry you had to see this; I know you didn't want to."
"Oh, it's okay."
Then the girl in the blue dress came out. And started hugging him, stroking his back, and said something alone the lines of, "It's okay baby, take it easy baby." And kisses him on the cheek.
Not like I was dating him in the first place or anything, but it was definitely a blow to my ego/pride/whatever. Not sure if it was the alcohol or if I'm just actually a jealous bitch, but shortly afterward (so it wouldn't be blatantly obvious), I get my things and tell Payam (the guy whose house the party was thrown at), "I'm going to go. His girlfriend can take care of him." And Payam was talking to two other girls, and I'm pretty sure they all gave me this stare.
Yeah... So since leaving and since I've been at home, I've called like three people and vented, HAHA. I've gotten, "I think it natural," "I don't think it's the alcohol, so don't blame yourself," and "You shouldn't think too much about it because he was drunk, and you don't have to take care of him since he's a grown man, so it was probably good that you left before it got awkward and you got even more upset."
SO LOLOLOLOLOLOL GUYS NEVER GOING TO A PARTY AGAIN GUESS I LEARNED MY LESSON
YOU ALL CAN SAY, "I TOLD YOU SO, ANNETTE," NOW
NOW I'M GOING TO GO CONTINUE EATING A BURGER AT 2:30 IN THE MORNING BECAUSE I'M THAT UPSET HAHAHAHA
GUESS I WAS RIGHT WHEN I SAID THAT MY NIGHT WASN'T GOING TO END HOW I'D LIKE IT TO
Not drunk, but probably tipsy enough to know that I will probably regret typing this later
So I've determined that even though I've never been drunk before, I am probably the following type(s) of drunk(s):
- Sleepy drunk
- Quiet drunk
- Jealous bitchy drunk
- Drunk texter
- Blogging drunk
Had a wonderful day up until around 11:00pm.
- Went to go see Star Trek with my cousin Michael, which was pretty boss, if I do say so myself
- Went to Berry Berry with Michael afterward to find out that they're giving away free yogurt tomorrow
- Went with moral_extremist for purikura, bento, and more yogurt... LOL
But here's where I'm upset:
In between dropping off Michael and hanging out with Yuki, I was supposed to make a quick stop by Leonard's graduation party. I thought it started at six, but apparently it was moved to eight, and I had no idea... Well, Leonard said that he called me to tell me of the time change, but I have no recollection of it ;;;;; So I call him to ask if the door was open (the party was being held at his friend's house), and he was like, "You're there already?"
"... Yes?"
"It starts at eight."
"WHAT."
So I'm pretty pissy because everything kept on changing today, so I was like, "I'M JUST GOING TO GO HOME."
"Well, I'm going to Half-Priced Books before the party starts if you want to meet me there."
And since I was two minutes away from there and because I have the weakest will of mankind, I agreed.
It was nice, blah blah blah. Catching up and shit. It was so nice that my face was fucking red the whole time and I ended up not confessing or whatever because I didn't want to ruin a good moment and be like, "HEY LEONARD, GUESS WHAT?" And during our conversation, I had said that I would have gone to his graduation if I knew it was today, and he told me I could make it up to him if I showed up at the party tonight. I told him the truth that I didn't want to see him drunk. But before this, I was talking to Michael, you know, getting a guy's point of view and such, and he told me that perhaps I should make a small appearance because it seems like Leonard really wanted me to go since he kept bugging, texting, and calling me about it, and I've declined seeing him so many times that I should probably say hello or something.
So, I arrive... And Leonard is already drunk. He was all, "ANNETTE, I'M SO GLAD YOU CAME," but why would I believe a drunk's words .__. And I think he's the touchy-feely drunk because he kept on playing with my hair, hugging me, holding my hand, resting his head on my shoulder, JUST LIKE OLD TIMES LOL OKAY GUYZ AS IF I WASN'T BAWWWING ENOUGH ABOUT THIS EARLIER HAHAHAHA I mean, he was holding hands with all the other girls who passed by and was like, "AWW LEONARD ARE YOU DRUNK," but I know it's the alcohol and am more mature than that OKAY
And after his friends pressure him into taking like five shots of whiskey within thirty minutes, of course he's hunched over and rushing to the bathroom constantly. And while he's sitting next to me, he's holding my hand, and I thought I would at least stay there and make sure he's alive, and you know, not collapse onto the floor, pass out, or choke on his own vomit, right?
But you know how friends like to interrogate and make fun of you when you're drunk... So his friends kept on saying stuff like, "WHO'S THAT GIRL IN THE BLUE DRESS, LEONARD? IS THAT YOUR GIRLFRIEND, LEONARD? DO YOU LIKE HER, LEONARD?" FYI, I wasn't wearing a blue dress.
So while he's hunched over and dry heaving, I'm holding his hand, and once in a while, he'll stroke or squeeze it, which is good because I know he's alive. And then the girl in the blue dress appears, stroking his back, hugging him, that kind of thing. I didn't really think of it, but...
Then my mother calls me, so I step outside and take the call. Right when I get off the phone, Leonard's friends push him outside so he could get some fresh air. So while he's kind of sprawled out on the lawn chair, he's holding, stroking, squeezing my hand again and said, "I'm sorry you had to see this; I know you didn't want to."
"Oh, it's okay."
Then the girl in the blue dress came out. And started hugging him, stroking his back, and said something alone the lines of, "It's okay baby, take it easy baby." And kisses him on the cheek.
Not like I was dating him in the first place or anything, but it was definitely a blow to my ego/pride/whatever. Not sure if it was the alcohol or if I'm just actually a jealous bitch, but shortly afterward (so it wouldn't be blatantly obvious), I get my things and tell Payam (the guy whose house the party was thrown at), "I'm going to go. His girlfriend can take care of him." And Payam was talking to two other girls, and I'm pretty sure they all gave me this stare.
Yeah... So since leaving and since I've been at home, I've called like three people and vented, HAHA. I've gotten, "I think it natural," "I don't think it's the alcohol, so don't blame yourself," and "You shouldn't think too much about it because he was drunk, and you don't have to take care of him since he's a grown man, so it was probably good that you left before it got awkward and you got even more upset."
SO LOLOLOLOLOLOL GUYS NEVER GOING TO A PARTY AGAIN GUESS I LEARNED MY LESSON
YOU ALL CAN SAY, "I TOLD YOU SO, ANNETTE," NOW
NOW I'M GOING TO GO CONTINUE EATING A BURGER AT 2:30 IN THE MORNING BECAUSE I'M THAT UPSET HAHAHAHA
GUESS I WAS RIGHT WHEN I SAID THAT MY NIGHT WASN'T GOING TO END HOW I'D LIKE IT TO