Last night I had plans to go to a little party at the Four Seasons with Sammy. I headed down to pick him up at around 5:10 and traffic was insane. It had just started raining so of course everyone had to drive 2 miles per hour. Drivers in this town really know how to get to me.
The party with Sammy’s coworkers was actually pretty entertaining. He works with some funny ladies. We all crammed around this little table. The table originally had five chairs around it, but by the time we were finished it had nine. We were all squished up in there, but it was fun.
They were only serving hors d’oeuvres, but they were pretty tasty. Sam and I had some wine and it hit me pretty hard; I got tired really quick. We decided to go to Oil Can’s after the party to have some cocktails. We couldn’t convince Bethany and Angela to go with us, so it just ended up being Sammy, Amera (?), and I.
We walked in and I looked at the bartender, he was cute, but we walked on by. Then I noticed Gus and Jonathan at the end of the bar, so we turned around and went back towards cute bartender. I wasn’t going to go sit next to those boys. When I walked by back the cute bartender we realized we knew each other.
It was Sean, my ex-wife’s ex-boyfriend! He was the guy she was dating when we got married. He’s such a cute boy, and I’m sure he’s gay, even though he still insists on being straight. We didn’t chat too much and probably because neither of us would really know what to say. I’ve only seen him one other time (briefly) in the past eight years.
It’s so weird to see people from back then. I got the impression that Sean hadn’t changed a bit since back then. He’s said he still drinks like crazy, and he’s still bartending in gay bars. I made me wonder if he looked at me and thought that I was still the same person.
When I finished my Cosmo, he asked if I wanted another and I said, “No, I don’t drink like I used to.” Those were the days… drunk every night and out until 4am every day. I would come home from work, sleep until 9 or 10, then go out until 4, go home to sleep, get up and start all over the same way… every day. Saturday and Sunday I slept all day then would go out again until 4am.
That Sean has seen me at my worst; dancing on bars in my underwear, passed out on the floor, making out with every boy in sight, and whatever other craziness I could get into. I look back on those days and wonder how I’m still alive. I while I think that those were some of the most fun times in my life, I also realize that the fun came with tons of drama and risk that ultimately would not make it worth doing ever again.
Anyways… so we had our one drink (and a B52 shot) and then headed home. I dropped Sammy off and went home to bed. I talked with Noe for about an hour first though.
I had freaky weird dreams again last night. The weirdest one was about me living in some ghetto area of town, yet driving a BMW X5 SUV. There was some kind of mass murder in the street, and I didn’t quit get why, but this gang of guys was trying to kill me, and it was all just weirdness.
Hrmmm… my sunburn has been irritating me in my sleep and I wonder if that is what is making me have these freaky dreams?
