So, if last night is any indication, my 2018 is shaping up to be a weird one.
It went as follows: My friends pick me up (this is important), we go have a fun afternoon, go get a ton of alcohol, end up at one of their apartments to hang out for the night. Another friend joins and says he'll give me a ride home.
Flash forward to a couple of hours later and they're all wasted, just wasted. We move the furniture in the front room and have this amazing dance party, BUT THEN they all start making out in the kitchen. Yes, all of them. Yes, together. I am fifth wheeling so hard, so I go sit in the living room and just chill. But, it's getting late and I have work in the morning, so I'm hoping to just wait it out. I don't know? Do you break up something like that?? I....?
Eventually, I have to pee, so I go to the bathroom and they panic, thinking I had left. But when I come out, they all get distracted again and end up in a bedroom. This is a thing that happened.
As I'm happily with someone, I left. I grabbed my purse and left. Then made the long ass walk home - that I clearly wasn't prepared for, dressed in a sweater, sweat pants and slippers - since I didn't have my car. It was like 20 degrees and I went roughly 20+ blocks. After I got home, maybe 5-10 minutes, they called me all insanely worried, wondering where I had gone. So I said, "I fucking went home, you fools.' There were many apologies. I laughed. I made sure they were all okay??? Then went and took a bath to warm up. I didn't get to sleep until like 4 am. I worked at 6:30 am. I am very tired.
Guys. This may be the most wild story of my life. I think I have every right to be mad? But I'm honestly not. At this point, I can't bother to be mad.
I made
@figmentPez text me and keep me company while I walked home.
I also told them I have every right to tell this story forever, which they agreed to.