Friday night is when the real shit went down, everyone's practicing for the party and everyone's friends from high school are visiting. The bars were packed, and, doing my duty as a college student, I was exercizing my liver.
We went to a bar, and then another. Then, around midnight, my friends all decided that they should head home early, since there was a marathon the next morning that they had all been guilt-tripped into participating. (I 'forgot' to turn in my application on time, instead planning on hitting the Farmers Market that was being held before the blockparty.)
So I was walking home, alone, slightly tipsy, and when I get about three buildings from my place, I notice a guy with a very nice silhouette standing on the steps, his cell phone up to his head.
I'm a little drunk, so I walk closer to try and get a better look. (Aw, who am I kidding? I would have walked closer to get a better look even if I was sober.) He looked a little familiar, and then we made eye-contact and then I realized it was. It was Guy, yet another guy I had a one-night-stand with, developed a crush on, and then was soundly ignored by. Well, shit.
There are times when you wouldn't mind bumping into an ex, or at least a one-night stand, and drunk alone on a Friday night is definitely not one of them.
He sounded much more "Valley" than I remember him being. He may have dark hair and relatively pale skin, but he's still from Southern California.
"Oh, hey"
"Hey, long time no see."
"Yeah... what's up?"
"Not much, my friends are all lame and doing some marathon thing tomorrow, so I'm going home."
He's never heard of the marathon, which isn't surprising since most people are all about the block party and not about physical exhertion for charity. There was some more chit-chat, blah blah, and then things sounded like they were winding down when he said:
"It was really good to bump into you..."
"Yeah, it was good to see you too. I'll see you later."
I was walking back to my place, about to step up on the stairs, when it hit me. Did he mean "It was really good to bump into you, I've been wanting to bump uglies with you ever since we met and I lost your AIM" or "It was really good to bump into you where the hell are my friends and why won't they give me an excuse to ditch this guy." Why did I cut him off? Damn it!
Boldened by the vodka, I turned around and walked past again.
"So I decided I can't decide if I want to get some pizza or not."
"Well, what's stopping you?"
"I don't want to sit there alone and drunk and eat my pizza. Everyone will think I'm a loser."
"Yeah, but if you want pizza, you're going to want pizza, and you're not going to be happy until you get your pizza."
"Yeah, I think I will get it."
I didn't really want pizza. I just wanted another walkpast, and see if he was just being polite or if it really was good to see me again. I still couldn't tell. He didn't offer to come along, but it also looked like he was waiting for friends. Oh well.
I was walking around the block, to keep up appearances of getting pizza, when I bumped into a few other acquaintences. I went and had a nightcap and their place and sobered up.
I got back to my place around 3, and Guy had an away message up. Playing off of the drunk vibes from before, I left him an away message pretending to be drunk, or at the very least, drunker than I was.
Hey I'm sorry I'm a little drunk but it was good to see you.. i didn't know when you said if you mean 'it was good to see you and I mean it' or 'it was good to see you, now go away' and now Im drunk and rambling and i'm sorry
I was definitely not that drunk, but I was playing it up, just so I could have an excuse to talk to him the next day and apologize for leaving a drunken message.
And it worked! He IMed me back the next day, and I apologized and he understood, and I'm supposed to call him later this week to take a break from studying for finals to grab a coffee or something. I need to remember this line in the future.
At least my Friday night went better than my roommates, the story of which comes tomorrow.
