Asphyxia
Posted on November 2nd, 2009 at 2:30am
Turns out I knew quite a few more people at that party than I expected. Sarah and I showed up somewhat early on. Plenty of people were already there, but the vast majority had yet to come. It was at kid named Garret’s house, who I had met for the first time a month ago at the birthday thing at Sarah’s place. I immediately recognized Ted, sitting on the couch in his Tinkerbell costume. I wanted to say “Is it last year already?” but I’m trying to be civil.
I was introduced around a little. The cute gothy girl that was being friendly with me took my picture. It was the perfect opportunity to say “Hey, here’s my e-mail to send me a copy of that,” but I sure as shit don’t have the guts for any kind of anything like that. So the rest of the night we continued to make small bits of eye contacts, maybe a smile here or there, but I certainly didn’t talk to her any more. Because… I mean… I left my balls at home.
Later in the night more and more familiar faces showed up. All part of the current Borders crew, who I’ve only met once or twice at other parties. One guy I met said “Oh, you’re Chris Saucier. I’ve heard the stories about you.” There’s an entire rainbow of stories he could be referring to.
Sam and his buddies brought over a huge (ten-gallon!) Home Depot water cooler full of a special drink they call Apple Pie. I was told to go slow on it as it’s key ingredient is Baccardi 151 (a kind of rum I hadn’t yet experienced). When Sarah found out I was on my third Apple Pie (after previous glasses of rum and vodka), she insisted I stop. “Shit dude, you’re driving!” to be more accurate.
So from about 2 in the morning on I was drinking my water, and judging by the size of the headache I had this morning, it wasn’t even close to enough. Things started to really slow down after 2 or 3 in the morning. It was kind of hard to keep track of the time due to the time change right in the middle of the damn thing.
We didn’t leave until around 3:30 (which was actually 4:30), and by the time I got home and unscrewed myself, I was crawling into bed at around 4:30 (which was actually 5:30).
I woke up many times, drank more water, and went right back to sleep. It was about 2 in the afternoon by the time I got out of bed. The first thing I did was throw on enough clothes to be considered decent and went to Jack In The Box and stuffed my face with the greasiest burger I could find. And cheese sticks, just to be safe.
I apparently didn’t learn my lesson from last Halloween. The only two hangovers I’ve had, have been on November 1st. Imagine that.
All in all, it was an okay night. Certainly better than staying home alone, knee deep in empty wine bottles (which I assure you was the only other option I had). I just couldn’t help but feel like the quiet guy right outside the conversation circle that no one talked to, except when he chimed in with stories about bleeding nipples, or cross-dressing Randall… because, well… that’s what I was.
Goodnight Moon.
Nothing at all.