But Saturday Was Pretty Boring

This past Friday was, for lack of a better word, a shitshow. Total insanity. I don't even know how it happened.
Also, I never intend to write freakin' novellas when I post. I don't even know how it happens.

It started out pretty normally, just going over to TA's suite to drink and chill. After a few hours, a massive order of wings [I got freaking wing sauce on my new white shirt, not happy], and a couple VERY strong Bacardi and generic brand cranberry-lime carbonated drinks, Roommate and her new bff plus the boys decided to head on out to parties. I wasn't really feeling it, and TA and her suitemates weren't too into it either. Through whatever luck, JB called me exactly when everyone was getting their coats and shoes back on, so I poured my [bright red, carbonated] beverage into a Snapple iced tea bottle -to make it inconspicuous for travel, natch- and basically ran to JB's.

Her suite was out of control. Little Freshman Buddy was there, dressed up in a little vest and tie outfit from performing with his band, which was totally adorable. Two other Freshman Hip-Hop dancers were there, too, along with 4 or so sundry individuals running around like maniacs. There was much hugging and cheek-kissing, never mind the leg-humping. While here, I was personally responsible for downing half of a bottle of very cheap Zinfandel and some little bits of cork from said bottle [no one had a corkscrew, so they just smashed the cork down with the handle of a spoon to open the bottle]. The other half was consumed by one of the Hip-Hop Freshmen, who was telling me to make out with LFB again, since he apparantly 'Loved it.' I would probably have gotten around to very seriously considering that had I not gotten the following text from HA: i'm drunk and want to hangout. I told him to come by the dorm and he answered that he would 'be there in 3.' 10 minutes later he walked up and I let him in. We were both fairly blitzed and I took him back to JB's to get my shoes, bag, and watch people play N-64 Tetris for about 15 minutes before we went back to my room.

HA and I proceeded to have the best sex that we've had to date. I don't know what it was, but something about our level of intoxication coupled with...coupled with who knows what was great. He's normally pretty quiet, which I very much dislike, but this time he wouldn't shut up, starting off when he was having trouble getting my tight jeans off, pushed me off the bed and demanded that I 'take those off right now' to when he told me I could 'only come on top if you promise to ride as hard as you can.' I noticed that he got harder the more I moaned and groaned, so there were definitely more than a few moments where I got loud enough to make my neighbors awkward; my favorite being face-down, ass-up, more or less screaming into the mattress. And I swear that I told him I was going to give him 'the best blowjay with my mouth' a la Superbad. Unfortunately, I still have yet to experience a HA O-face, but it's making me optimistic that he's getting better each time.

I walked him back downstairs since it was pretty early and I had intentions of rejoining JB et. al., but instead I ran into one of the stoner boys from the basement of my building and went to play with them. They were more or less just chilling out, and I ended up snagging a 40 of Schaefer and having a 3 hour conversation with one of them. He was in a class with me last semester, and every week he would invite me down to his room to smoke up, so we're buddies. We talked about seriously everything that two drunk college kids could possibly talk about- the future, our friends, our plans, high school, our roommates, drugs, relationships, and just how confused we are as to how we got where we are right now and what we're supposed to do after that. I suddenly realized it was 5 am, and that I should probably be getting to bed.

I stumbled up the stairs, 40 in one hand, phone in the other, and called up that guy friend from high school that I mentioned so often over break. I left him a super long voice mail, getting more winded from climbing the stairs as I went, telling him how much I love having him in my life, and how much I appreciate his friendship. Finishing that, I stripped down to my undies and passed the crap out on my bed.

Oh, and hooray for the NY Gi's!! I go to school in New England and, while I dislike sports, I have to say I'm going to enjoy people being 'wicked pissed' about the game; it'll make up for all the insane Sox fans I had to put up with after the World Series.

Also, it's Monday right now, which means that I'm auditioning for that company in tonight. In about 15 hours, actually. Tell me to break a leg, that's 'good luck' for dancers ; )