Drunken Revelry

"To be intoxicated is to feel sophisticated but not be able to say it."

The booze of the night: Rum, tequila, sweet and sour mix, strawberry margarita mix, gin, vodka, Zima, wine coolers, and some other stuff I probably forgot.

Here's the stated aims of some of the partygoers there:

Mike: To a. not hit on either Sarah or I (I never knew he considered me cute before. I was the one chick in my suite last year he never trolled on), b. fix us up with "decent single guys"- Brian and Ryan, and c. get Evan to take a shot. One out of three ain't bad.
Sarah: To a. get bombed out of her mind, and b. get me bombed out of my mind. One out of two ain't bad.
Evan, Joe, Brian, and Ryan: To get Mike bombed out of his mind. Mission somewhat accomplished.

So, first we headed to Mike's new blender and started mixing up some stuff, and then Eric and Brian and Ryan started doing shots, and eventually we all resorted to the wine coolers. Mike did a few later on, but didn't act that drunk really. Sarah got pretty goofy, but not up to her usual drunken hijinks. Eric could handle his booze well, Brian wasn't as good at it, Ryan was just terribly, terribly bombed after awhile, walking was difficult, and he wound up plopped in Sarah's lap, trying to stick his head in her boobs/crotch/etc. She kept shoving him out. It sounds worse than it got- more silly than anything, since he wasn't in condition to get up to much.

As for my drinking, I drank this lovely mix of gin and sweet and sour mix for hours (I'm a slow drinker), maybe about two cups, but I'm not sure, as Sarah kept pouring hers into mine when she wanted to free up her cup before Eric would let her have more (he put rules on how long people should go before another shot/cup). Eventually I switched to a wine cooler, and that took a few more hours. I also ate a shitload of chips and pretzels, and combined with my fried chicken dinner, I was not drunk or buzzed at all. Hahahhahaha! Evan got slightly funky, Mike a little more than that.

The partygoers got into some gameplaying- Mike, Sarah, Ryan, and Evan and I (as a team) attempted Drunken Scrabble, but the game ended after three turns and Mike walked off somewhere. Brian, Eric and Joe played drunken Monopoly for a lot longer, I sat in for Eric during bathroom breaks.

All a lot of goofy fun, basically. Although Mike was sure making me feel bad that I wasn't really into any of his "decent guys" (as you can guess he is not thrilled with my dating life. He did say though about the virgin q the other day that I had all these guys chasing me and that's why he'd figure that I wouldn't be. He admitted to being one, but "he's experimented a lot" with some ex in Seattle.)- guilt-trippin. Well, Brian didn't talk much, and Ryan was soused off his head, what does he expect, I thought. He now refers to Sarah and I as "semi-available" or something like that. I don't care for fixups, but it seems kinda mean to tell him that, when it distracts him from other chick-chasing or making chicken comments. I tried to explain my motivation for why I'm dating someone with other chicks, said I was available to pick up another guy if I wanted to too, but Mike didn't well, get it. Said I should date someone who there wasn't a need to pick up a spare for.

A touching moment I want to remember here is something that Eric said about his girlfriend (he said he talks about her when he's drunk)- that "I think about proposing to her all the time!" He's been with her for five years- I was amazed at both these facts. The guys advised him to NOT do so, and they were nice about it. I've never been around guys talking about girlfriends before. Surprisingly it was just like us girls do it. Eric went on to say that he does look at other girls, but only wants her, and other stuff that was really sweet...I was getting all mushy feeling.

And then he said something like (paraphrased, as my memory isn't that great on the exact words), "But the best part is..." Mike inserted "the sex" (naturally), and Eric said no, it's waking up with her in your arms in the morning and she's accepting of all your faults and you're that close... not only was I mentally going "Awwwwwwww" and really gooshy-girly, but, well... that reminded me of a similar conversation I'd had with Remington (about faults, etc). Awwwww.

I asked Sarah if it meant anything if Remington left the coat up here, and she suspected it did..."an excuse to get back into your bedroom!" Hmmmmm.

Right now I'm not feeling as well, spaced and funky as I was feeling before about him, but I'm still in the indeterminate stage of well, whatever. The watch-out stage, the I-don't-know-what's-going-on-deep-down stage. The I-can't-wait-until-he-comes-back-from-L.A. stage...

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