Like A River Flows

If I tried to write out my Thursday through Sunday nights in the narrative form I typically prefer, this post would take longer to write and read than any of us have time for. Since I know we're all busy little bees, I'm going to present my runnings-around [seriously, it's like I think Worcester is in international waters] in a timeline rather than paragraphs.

Thursday
8:00 pm- Arrive on campus, head directly to theater for Dance Group dress rehearsal. Fall on ass during dress rehearsal. Get completely out of whack from wishing I could still dance all the time.
10:30 pm- Meet up with the WASP to order wings. He's high, watching tv some of The Guys. Play with The Guys for a bit, get a text from Deals.
Midnight- Walk to Deals' house to be introduced to some of his friends from home. He had been talking me up, saying how great my boobs are and how funny I am, and I lived up to expectations.

Friday
8:30 am- Wake up.
11 am- Take Deals' friends [sans Deals] to the best damn diner in central Mass.
1 pm- Errands with SH. I needed new foot thingies and almost had a hysterical breakdown in the dance store when I heard that my favored brand went out of business. Bought 3 pairs in the hopes that, since I'm not dancing as much as I used to, they'll last me at least a couple years. Spent $50 at the liquor store buying booze gifts for the dance girls.
2 pm- Porch beer with Deals' friends.
Between 2:30 and 5:30 I showered and did my hair at the WASP's house, then grabbed a quick sandwich at the grab-and-go place on campus.
6:30 pm- Cracked open the water bottle I brought with me to the show that was re-filled with tequila.
8 pm- Healthily buzzed, danced a solo to this song. Great success.
10ish pm- Met up with Briga, walked over to a Musical Theater party [kind of- more like a only-cool-people-from-09-and-2010 Musical Theater party, haha]. Kept slugging away at the tequila. Drunk-texted Saturday and the ex-Marine. Started making out with Briga. Had a moment of clarity with my best friend, Musical Theater category: I don't want to waste another day doing this thing with Nice Guy because he's JUST nice. And he lives in his parent's basement, doesn't have a degree, and smokes entirely too much weed.
Midnight- Stumble back to Briga's dorm. Have crazy, clothes throwy, chest bitey, hair pully intense "God, I've missed you so much; I've missed this" sex with him.
2 am- Digging through a pile of clothes trying to find my undies, I realize I don't have the key's to Roomie's house [where I'm crashing]. Flip out. Get dressed and RUN out of there.
2:05 am- Find the keys at the WASP's house.
2:45 am- The WASP makes a drunk pass at me "I mean, I owe you for getting those wings the other day, you could stay in my bed...with me."
2:46 am- RUN out of there.

Saturday
9 am- Wake up. Still drunk.
9:30 am- Work up the courage to look at my phone outbox. Immediately feel the need for a lot of coffee.
10 am to 3pm- Curled up in a ball with my enormous coffee trying to determine where the drunk ends and the hangover begins.
3 pm- Rehearsal with JB and Roomie.
4 pm- Get wings delivery the JB and Roomie's boyfriends. They steal fries, but it's okay because we went with crinkle-cut, not waffle. Lord help the bitch who tries to get between me and my waffle fries.
6 pm- Head out to the theater. Rehearse onstage with the complete trio for the first time ever.
8 pm- Totally sober, dance a trio to this song. Great success.
8:30 pm to 10 pm- Get increasingly more annoyed with JB as it becomes more and more evident that she doesn't want to spend any time with any of us or any of the other Dance Girls. Eat leftover wings.
10 pm- Decide everyone can fuck off, head over to play with Deals.
10:05 pm to 11:30pm- Absolutely pee my pants watching youtubes with Deals
11:30 pm- Head back to Roomie's house where the Dance Group girls are already getting their drink on. Beeline to the tequila. Run amok. Drunk text everybody minus Nice Guy again.
3 am- Crash on the couch.
4 am- Woken up by Roomie and Guy fighting. "I saw you looking at that girl, you asshole." "What girl, I don't know what you're talking about, you crazy bitch." "Oh, I'm crazy? Get the fuck out of my house." [Only in all caps.]
6 am- Roomie crying on top of me. Me, sleepy, tipsy, and completely inept at any emotional fiascos, can only pat her on the back and ask if she'd like some water. My favorite DG sophomore [now my favorite DG junior] helps out and gets Roomie to bed.

Sunday
10 am- Wake up. Look at my phone outbox. It's deleted. Uh-oh.
11 am to 11 pm- Sit in the living room listening to Roomie fight with Guy, first on the phone, then in person. She rotates through accusing/calm, sobbing, and screaming obscenities pretty regularly. My favorite Soph hangs out with me for a while, talking about my man situation. The ex-Marine texts me and eventually has a 2-hour phone conversation that convinces me I want to give him my first second-chance ever. I was planning on leaving around 4 or 5, but my things were shut in Roomie's room and I wasn't about to enter THAT lion's den. I managed to grab my stuff awkwardly and quickly when I realized that it was just too fucking late and I needed to get home.
I think Roomie and Guy haven't really broken up, but what the fuck do I know. I'm only supposedly one of her best friends. Listening to them scream at each other got me really depressed for whatever reason, and talking to the ex-Marine helped me work it out and cheered me up. I doubt Nice Guy would have been any help.

I took a half personal day on Monday [I requested a full day, but there were already 3 people who called out so I kinda did my boss a favor and went in] because of getting no sleep on Sunday night as well as having too much to think about to deal with kids.
It takes me a long time to stop dicking around and make a decision about something [here's where you all say "REALLY??"], but when my mind's made up that's the end of it. So:
-I want to stop "hanging out" with Nice Guy. Nice is nice, but its JUST nice.
-I want to give the Marine another chance. He seems to pretty genuinely feel like I got the wrong impression of him, and who am I to deny the guy who gave me more orgasms in one weekend than other guys have in the course of entire relationships the chance to really woo me.

Things are shifting around right now more than my inner-ear fluid at the end of flu season.