Continuing:
I then found Lily with a few friends she had been expecting. I was introduced to them but couldn't really partake in the conversation and just stood in what would be a very awkward way normally, but because I was drunk was just somewhat odd looking, like a creepy girl standing on the outskirts of the cool clique listening in and wishing all the while she belonged.
So I finally snapped out of whatever drunk stupor I was in, following Lily and her friends inside because they wanted another drink, but I quickly dislodged from them because the awkward was getting too much with all the people pressing in on me.
I found Nate a little while later who was ecstatic to find me and wanted me to drink more and dance more, more! I was kind of over it, but sipped what I guess was a vodka and tonic (at that point it just tasted like off-flavored water, no joke) and danced half-heartedly until it was time once again to Nate to go outside and try to bum a cigarette from anyone he could find.
When he asked one guy who was sitting in one of the very few chairs on the deck he was propositioned to buy speed and promptly turned us away from the dude. We stood in the middle of a crowd outside and I can't remember how exactly it happened but I must have expressed how over it I was and that I was tired enough that Nate finally relented. Problem was we came as a group of five and there was just Nate, Jamie who walked up shortly after we planted ourselves outside, and myself with our other two members hell-knows-where somewhere in the sea of people.
Nate promised he would go get them and ran off while Jamie and I started some idle chat with the people around us. I was talking to a guy who said he worked for a phone line for battered women or something to that effect. We must have more than that to each other though I don't remember it being all that exciting. However, when he asked if I came to Barbarella often and I said no, I let myself recite how to spell my name and my number as he typed it into his phone. I remember quite vividly thinking as I uttered each number that I could easily replace any one of them with another number, one that would not equal the guy later calling me when I was in a sober state. I didn't do that though.
He didn't seem creepy, but I am waiting for that phone call so I know what number the block.
To be Continued...
I then found Lily with a few friends she had been expecting. I was introduced to them but couldn't really partake in the conversation and just stood in what would be a very awkward way normally, but because I was drunk was just somewhat odd looking, like a creepy girl standing on the outskirts of the cool clique listening in and wishing all the while she belonged.
So I finally snapped out of whatever drunk stupor I was in, following Lily and her friends inside because they wanted another drink, but I quickly dislodged from them because the awkward was getting too much with all the people pressing in on me.
I found Nate a little while later who was ecstatic to find me and wanted me to drink more and dance more, more! I was kind of over it, but sipped what I guess was a vodka and tonic (at that point it just tasted like off-flavored water, no joke) and danced half-heartedly until it was time once again to Nate to go outside and try to bum a cigarette from anyone he could find.
When he asked one guy who was sitting in one of the very few chairs on the deck he was propositioned to buy speed and promptly turned us away from the dude. We stood in the middle of a crowd outside and I can't remember how exactly it happened but I must have expressed how over it I was and that I was tired enough that Nate finally relented. Problem was we came as a group of five and there was just Nate, Jamie who walked up shortly after we planted ourselves outside, and myself with our other two members hell-knows-where somewhere in the sea of people.
Nate promised he would go get them and ran off while Jamie and I started some idle chat with the people around us. I was talking to a guy who said he worked for a phone line for battered women or something to that effect. We must have more than that to each other though I don't remember it being all that exciting. However, when he asked if I came to Barbarella often and I said no, I let myself recite how to spell my name and my number as he typed it into his phone. I remember quite vividly thinking as I uttered each number that I could easily replace any one of them with another number, one that would not equal the guy later calling me when I was in a sober state. I didn't do that though.
He didn't seem creepy, but I am waiting for that phone call so I know what number the block.
To be Continued...
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