Monday, Feb. 21, 2005
Amnesia
Earlier in the week, Gus and I made plans to go to Friday’s Happy Hour at M0nty’s, so I wasn’t really expecting to see him on Thursday. He called me that night and asked if I was up for going out. Friday was a teacher planning day; he had no classes and he was only planning on “planning” for an hour, which meant he could party Thursday night.
He came over around 9:30 and first we went to Tarpon Bend, which had just opened up in the Gables. It was a nice place and we had a couple of drinks. Then, we went to some run-down Hispanic club on Calle Ocho and we listened to an awesome band. At this club is where things started going crazy. The drinks were absolutely ridiculous. I ordered a whiskey sour, except that there was no sour; it was an entire glass full of whiskey and a couple pieces of ice. But still, I drank it. Then I got a “mojito” which was also just pure liquor, and I drank that too. Then somehow, Gus and I got it into our heads that we should take a tequila shot. But this was no ordinary shot, it was more like 3 shots. Needless to say I was done, and the sad part is I didn’t realize it. After the shot, we went to dance and the next thing I remember is waking up in bed snuggling into Gus.
Apparently, after the shot, we danced fro about 5 minutes, then both of us went to the bathroom. Gus finished before I did and waited for me, except that I never came out. He walked into the girl’s bathroom only to find a line of pissed of chicks waiting to get into the stall. They said to him, “Are you with that girl? Can you get her out of the damn bathroom?” He had to reach over, unlock the stall, and pull up my pants. Then he took me to the car, then back to my house and put me in bed. I found out Saturday night that I also fell in the dirt and I spilled an entire bottle of water on my comforter. I don't remember any of this. Yep, I was super classy that night.
I guess being so drunk didn’t curve my sex urges, because when I woke up, I woke Gus up by kissing him and getting on top of him. We had sex, and like I said, it was good. It was definitely what I needed. It was what I’d been missing.
The next morning, I woke him up at 7:15 so that he could get to work on time. Then I fell back asleep and ended up getting to work around 9:40. And the field trip was torture. It wasn’t so bad when we were walking around outside, but once we got inside and I sat down, my head started spinning. Once we got back to the museum, I told my boss that I was going home. I slept for a couple of hours that went to meet my friends at Happy Hour.
At Happy Hour, I couldn’t even look at a drink. It just made me sick. This was the first Happy Hour that I didn’t drink, and I don’t think that my body would have been able to handle it if I did.
Saturday night, Gus, Al, and I went to the Beach. Al pissed me off because he kept bringing up the crazy girl and kept asking Gus about her. I wanted to kick him in the balls. It seems like he just refuses to believe that the bitch is crazy, but he’s never dated her. After Gus told him about her, I think he finally understands. And I’m still pissed at him because he’s the one that “hooked them up” and he was so proud about that. Fucker.
After Al left, I convinced Gus to stay over again. We had incredible sex on my couch for about 2 hours. Then we slept on the couch wrapped up in each other even though the bed was less then 15 steps away. It was nice. I wish that we would have been able to spend the entire day together, but I had to work and he had a soccer match to get to. It seems like this relationship is really starting to take off now, even though it’s only been like 2 weeks. Yet, it’s felt like a long, long time. I hope it lasts this time around.
summerroll at 10:55 a.m.