sexless in the city
July 20, 2003 � 9:28 p.m.

Mood-Giddy

She's So Heavy-The Beatles

"I always wanted a chance to nail you again...I never thought it would be literally." League of Extraordinary Gentlemen

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Well we went out partying last night.

Can I just say my horoscope was wrong as all bullshit?

I had a lot of fun, though. Me, Jenny, and Leenie were at the Coastline slamming back drinks like prohibiton was coming back into effect.

Well...at least I was.

I had so many apple martinis and Coronas with slow gin and Red Deaths and shots of Cuervo and Vodka that I lost count. Our bartender Stacey was fucking awesome.

This is where it gets weird.

Now...I, by no means, consider myself to be a pretty girl. Attactive maybe...witty and open, yes...but I have my own sense of style and am an acquired taste as far as the kind of men I attract. Anyway...I thought I looked cute, and there was a guy that came over and stood next to me and kept bumping into me for no reason, but I never said anything or acknowledged him (hey...I was drinking). After that...well...my drinks were way more interesting than anyone I saw there.

Jenny...on the other hand...got her entire night monopolized by some dude.

Jenny is a lesbian.

Can you see humor here?

So Jenny is getting hit on hard core...getting roses sent to her and drinks brought like she was a fairy princess(much pun intended). It was great...quite entertaining for me. Leenie on the other hand, was being harrassed by some short guy that came up to her breasts. Now could have been just comedic if he hadn't been such a touchy bug a boo. Every time we were talking, he would come up and rub her back and whisper something in her ear that annoyed her so it really annoyed the shit out of me. He was 2 seconds from getting told the hell off, but Leenie chose that time to exit.

He is sooooooo lucky. I am such a bitch when I drink.

Jenny crashed at my place. I had her up all night damn near, yacking her ear off about Cowboy and my confusion about what had happened.

Okay...I should have said this earlier. Maybe then why I so hellbent on drinking myself into a stupor would have been clear.

He spoke to me.

He sat in the room with us when he came home from work and chatted with us while I dyed her hair. I was so shocked. He came into the room...stayed in the room...talked to BOTH OF US...and left wishing US a good night.

I liked to die.

So of course that drudged up a bunch of emotions that I didn't realize were still secretly coveted inside and the only way I could quiet the ranting inside was to dive into drinking like a maniac.

I still don't know what to make of it. There was no tension, nothing. It was cool. Like we had been friends all along. I couldn't believe it.

He talked to me.

I've been high every since.

I am such an idiot.