Tonight is the moving out bash at one of my friend’s house. Not only is it a house I’ve had many, many good times in over the last four years, it’s also a house I’ve been wa-wa-WASTED in more than a few times. This makes the letting go seem sort of bittersweet. Not that I’m one to typically get all teary-eyed at a friends’ moving, but for some reason this one is different. Never again will I – have the chance to stumble down their treacherous back stairs, face plant in their garden, or struggle with their bathroom door to ensure I wasn’t inviting the whole party to pee with me. Okay, so I’m a pretty clumsy gal, and not all of those events required me being drunk, but you get the idea.
I’m electing to not attend this party. There’s a piece of me that feels weak, or like I’m hiding by not going, but truth be told I’m pretty sure it would end in one of two ways; A) me having ‘just one’ beer and starting this all over tomorrow, or B) being a total and complete party pooper. I’m just not sure I have that scenario in me just yet.
This is how you’ve come to find me, the girl alwayssss on the lookout for a party, at home tonight. So far my only accomplishment is setting up a wireless router (although I’m not sure this counts since I’m only getting one bar and can’t figure out how to password protect it). I have grand plans of maybe painting my nails, cruising some blogs and maybe unpacking a box or two, all possibly topped off with a movie. Wooeeee, I know, you’re jealous. I’m trying to remind myself of what I get out of this night, not only getting some things done, but setting myself up for a far more productive tomorrow. Joy.
My compulsion around boys has played interestingly into my week as well. I’ve heard from the boy I was sort of “seeing” during the interim between event A and event B – now there’s a good case of head fuckery. Also on the outskirts is the boy I was “seeing” in the spring – fresh back from his latest romp around the world, conveniently IMing me when I’m off line and never responding to me at all. Ahhhh boys, what a topic – but perhaps one I’ll save the expounding on for tomorrow.
confessions of an addict 