Mattress Money

I'm so glad to be back home, in a different home, my new home.

Last night was fucking ridiculous. I had incredible amounts of stimuli hitting me over the head from all directions, which of course I could not properly interpret because I was drunk and/or high all night.

It turns out that Jessica's pudding wrestling party and JG's graduation party fell on the same night. I decided to hit up Jess's first, stay for a while, then roll up to the other.

This isn't really a party town, and I've never been to two parties in one night, back to back. I picked up Andrew and brought him to check out my new place, smoked a bowl, then went to Jessica's party. It amazed me how many people were there that I know and that I'm comfortable with starting up a conversation. A few people asked me if I wanted to wrestle, and I probably would have were I not going to have to leave soon and catch JG's grad party.

The wrestling was wild. The whole backyard was arranged into a sports-like arena and brackets of wrestlers were made for the competition. I haven't really witnessed anything that fun in a while, and I let everyone know in my high daze as I just repeated that to myself while laughing.

I was there for about an hour, then came home to the apartment, changed into a trendier-looking outfit (it's strange how I have two completely different circles of friends), and got ready while Lindsey changed out of her work clothes and did the same.

I felt like I was starting my night over; it felt like it should have ended after the first party, but for some inexplicable reason, just kept stretching itself out to accommodate my needs.

Took a couple more hits, then we left.

I should interject here with a little about Mr. LTA. Right when I got off the plane (and therefore regained cell reception) I got a text message from him saying "come to Justin's party when you get home." Apparently he's been really wanting to see me.

So Lindsey and I get there, and I'm still high, but this is not a party of smokers. It's a party of drinkers. I told Mr. LTA that I smoked before I came, and he asked if I had any green on me. Unfortunately I left it at home, and I had to bite my tongue from inviting him over right then.

Mr. LTA was drunk. Belligerently drunk. He disappeared somewhere for a while and Albert replayed the following conversation for me that they had had earlier:

Mr. LTA: So, what about Sarah?
Albert: What about Sarah?
Mr. LTA: You know, she's pretty cool.
Albert: Yeah, she is. She's awesome [verbatim, no exaggeration].
Mr. LTA: Yeah she's cool. So uh...what's going on with her?
Albert: What do you mean?
Mr. LTA: Well, I thought that we had something going, and it kind of died.
Albert: Yeah, because you were an asshole and stopped calling her and acted like a dick.
Mr. LTA: Uh...yeah. So, what do you think my chances would be of seeing her again?
Albert: They'd probably be pretty good if you stopped being a douchebag.

True story. He probably would have a pretty good chance if he could manage to be a decent, at least slightly thoughtful person and not a jerk like he has been. I know it can happen because I've seen it before.

Anyway, this night was crazy. I went back out to the car and got my beloved Malibu and started my own party. It involved dancing, flirting, more dancing, and the witnessing of humorous happenings.

For instance, JG got annihilated and at one point probably had sex with Kat (though I'm sure neither of them remember it) and left his room naked, covered only by a small towel which I'm sure he meant to act as a curtain. There were turns between him and Jason vomiting in the one bathroom, and I'm kind of surprised I didn't drink myself into that situation; usually that's me.

Instead I talked to JG's roommate (also named Sarah) about my pending New Year's plans, picking blueberries, finding weed in Vermont, a lot about my trip. It was actually a nice conversation.

I spent a lot of time with Liz, Ken's girlfriend, whom I think is wonderfully fun to be around. I actually woke up this morning on the couch, still a little drunk, with "I ♥ Liz" written on my hand, which Lindsey commented on when I called her at work a little while ago.

Then there's Mr. LTA again, who, if he is really interested in dating me again, received very explicit advice on how to do so. At one point he told me I would have to sleep on JG's couch because Lindsey had told him not to let me drive home drunk. When I told him that I would wait a little while before I left so I could sober up some, he refused. Told me I had to sleep on the couch because I wasn't going to be driving anywhere. What a crock.

It was almost 4 a.m. I don't particularly like waking up at my own place and not realizing where I'm at; why would I want that to happen in someone else's place? I left shortly after 4 o'clock and Mr. LTA walked me to the car. He hugged me, said he was going home to sleep, and whispered in my ear, "I'll see you soon?"

I should have kissed him. I was drunk enough, and the timing was good. But I didn't. I told him yeah, I'd see him soon, then got in my car and drove home.

I wore those shoes last night, the black, white, and red ones? They were hot. Everyone loved them. Three or four guys even told me how good I looked. Of course this doesn't help my recently inflated ego, but I think that I know I'm letting all the attention go to my head only helps increase my confidence in myself in a good way (i.e. I'm pretty sure I'm not a superficial bitch).

So, I looked good. Even bought a new shirt to go with the shoes. Jason was hitting on me a good portion of the night, I think. We were in the garage trying to hook up his laptop to the stereo to play music, and horribly failing in this objective. I'm looking over his shoulder to try and figure out what I could maybe do to remedy the silence, and Jason grabs me around the waist and puts his head on my stomach, right under my boobs. This happens a few times. Mr. LTA walks in during one of these drunken attempts to hit on me, and says to Jason, "What the fuck are you doing?"

Later Jason sat next to me on the couch and kept putting his hand on my thigh, all under the evil glare of Mr. LTA. I don't think he realized he was doing it so much, because Jason, I'm sure, knows about Mr. LTA's desire to try and hook up with me again (as evidenced by the fact that whenever he referred to Mr. LTA last night in conversation with me, he said your boy, with an excessive amount of emphasis).

My thoughts are finally starting to sort out and become more logical and coherent, but I can't say the same of this post. I wanted to get it down though, to better serve my own memories later.

If I had a mattress, I probably would have tried to take Mr. LTA home.
It's a good thing I don't have a mattress.