Oh man, I’ve done it again.
And like the others, I’ll likely ruin it too. But it’s so fucking fun to feel like maybe. Maybe this time it could be a one that lasts just a little bit longer.
I never told you who I brought with me to The National, but I think I made the right choice.
(Option three, and he was a pretty big fan so it worked well).
Everywhere you go is swirlin’
Everything you say has water under it, ah huh
So, I am cautious to enter into territory with someone who doesn’t know what they want, but does anyone really know what they want?
I woke up on Saturday feeling absolutely murdered. On Friday I had martinis with Anh for dinner and then I walked him to his company Christmas party and well, basically he said I might as well join him so I did.
You know, I keep your fingerprints
In a pink folder in the middle of my table
Anh is my original penpal. Before we met he actually sent me postcards to my apartment in Chicago, which I keep in a shoebox today. It’s his fault I found Seattle, but I don’t blame him. He’s one of my best friends and my life would be a whole lot worse if it didn’t know him.
Anywhoo, we got our 3-sanctioned drinks on, ate some spring rolls and left to go to Hot Wine Bling, a fete hosted by one of our friends.
Tested my limits, fo sho.
I managed to miss the first uber because the pin did not drop where I stood, and on the ride home a very heated conversation in Spanish occurred between one of the poolers and the driver and that part of my brain was almost activated enough to understand it.
Somewhere around 5:10 Saturday morning I regained consciousness with the worst headache imaginable.
And I had that moment, wuss out, or try and rest if off then rally. So Rally I chose. I drank some water and prayed for the throbbing in my brain to subside.
It was Hector’s birthday, after all.
I brought along the man I invited to The National for the ride. He’s growing on me.
For one, the laughing. The man makes me chuckle and the man makes me giggle.
You’re the tall kingdom I surround
Think I’d better follow you around
A few of us were supposed to take out the boat but there was no wind so we sat on the deck and drank cheap champagne out of plastic cups.
Let me tell you, a few solos of
a modestTrader Joe’s finest blanc de blanc is exactly what one needs to alleviate a hangover. Must be the effervescence. Must be.
The sky was doing one of its postcard paintings and the big one was visible in spite of the fog. We sat on the boat and didn’t go anywhere and it was a perfect afternoon.
I lounged there, surrounded by two of my male friends and beside a man whom I am trying to figure where he fits into my life. Inevitably, friend zone, but such is life. But whatever the outcome it didn’t matter. Bubbles helped the hangover dissipate. There was sun in December.
The mountain was out and god dammit that meant it was going to be a good day.
You might need me more
Than you think you will
I had driven to the marina and as the least intoxicated of the bunch I had to deliver us closer to our destination. (I was mellow in my consumption in anticipation of driving, don’t worry. Bae’ru has a 2 drink limit).
I might look dumb but I ain’t stupid.I knew what was happening. Parking the car in a man’s driveway before more merryment is asking for one thing. A sleepover.
We went to Holy Mountain and celebrated our fake friend’s fake birthday for the third year in a row. And my new man friend was the one initiating the hand holding and god dammit, it was nice.
It’s so glorious- the early “here is half my body against your body, and oh, there is your hand on my knee.” We played some games, ate some pizza and it was the best group teenager date I’ve been on this year.
Come home in the car you love
Brainy, brainy, brainy
In a little coach house with speakers that play throughout, we listened to The National and finally had a proper make out. I think we’ve been avoiding it since August (minus that whole bathroom thing) through why I am not aware.
No one is ever ready.
I couldn’t sleep last night but when I woke I had a text on my phone.
I was up all night again
Boning up and reading the American Dictionary
I guess I go with it. He doesn’t know what he wants but he knows he wants to see me again and I have to let that be enough.
The teenager thrills are so tough when you are 32.
The body buzz is much better so perhaps that makes up for it.
You’ll never believe me, what I found
Think I’d better follow you around
Who knows, Magellan.
Ask me again in a week.