Lo and behold, as I was digging through my purse a little more tonight, I happened upon Trent's number! So after I get off the phone With Gab, I decide to drop him a line.
We conversed for almost an hour or so, subsequently making plans to hit up Ground Zero tomorrow night (he offered to come pick me up right now, but I'm not really in the mood). We spoke for quite awhile; he told me a little bit more about last night (apparently he was sober the whole evening), and how he had to help me to even walk to my car. Apparently he really tried quite vociferously to talk me out of driving, but I had insisted I was alright, and frankly, when I become intent on something, rarely can I be talked out of it.
Oh! Also, apparently he's 39! Wow! He so doesn't look it, either.
And apparently the keys I have are for his chastity belt, heh.
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Hung over...
I had so much fun last night. The music was awesome, and I got drunk as hell (our "slaves" kept buying us drinks!). And wow, I actually danced for a really long time. It was great.
I did bad, though. I actually drove the Jaguar whilst being so wasted I hardly remember the drive home. I'm so embarrassed, because I know that totally is not cool that I did that.
Moreover, I think my mother realized how drunk I was, because my dress was apparently almost hiked up to my waist when I got home (and I wasn't wearing underwear, to make it even better!). And apparently I was extremely rude to her.
*sigh*
I seriously don't know why I ever drink. It's literally ridiculous just how much of a light weight I am now because of the TBI. No matter, I suppose. I guess that ultimately what really matters is that nothing bad happened, regardless of the fact that I exhibited such poor judgement.
On the plus side, even though I hardly remember some of it, Gabrielle reassured me that I was fine last night. In addition to asking me how "Trent" behaved himself, and finding the keys in my purse to someone's collar (I think that's what they're for?). It's somewhat odd, because I do remember her giving me those keys, but I just don't remember what they were for! Nor do I remember anyone named Trent.
But that's cool. I know I didn't sleep with anyone, at least. If nothing else, I would feel that today. Additionally, I suspect that Trent is the guy who walked me back to my car from the theater last night, and I do vaguely remember that part of last night. We didn't really do anything at all, actually; though I do remember us sitting in the car and speaking at length about something or another, and I also remember reassuring him that I was perfectly capable of driving. Damn me for being such a convincing liar when I want to be!
I do remember somehow getting lost when I drove home, and ending up somewhere north of the cities. When I finally got home, I messaged Gavin on Skype for almost an hour, and then we video Skyped for almost an hour while he was at work (I was so drunk that I actually said "isn't it a little late to be working right now?" or something like that -- had a good laugh over that remark when I re-read or conversation this morning!). I could barely keep my eyes open at that point, and Gavin wound up making some kind of snarky remark because I started showing him the message I had gotten earlier from the polyamorous guy that found me on Fetlife and OkC, so I got mad, hung up on him and passed out.
He was really kinda being a bitch last night, overall. He also became upset with me for not shutting up about how hot Gabrielle was (she was nothing short of amazing in person, so much prettier than her pictures). That's okay, though. I think I kinda deserved that treatment, and it wasn't too odious.
I did bad, though. I actually drove the Jaguar whilst being so wasted I hardly remember the drive home. I'm so embarrassed, because I know that totally is not cool that I did that.
Moreover, I think my mother realized how drunk I was, because my dress was apparently almost hiked up to my waist when I got home (and I wasn't wearing underwear, to make it even better!). And apparently I was extremely rude to her.
*sigh*
I seriously don't know why I ever drink. It's literally ridiculous just how much of a light weight I am now because of the TBI. No matter, I suppose. I guess that ultimately what really matters is that nothing bad happened, regardless of the fact that I exhibited such poor judgement.
On the plus side, even though I hardly remember some of it, Gabrielle reassured me that I was fine last night. In addition to asking me how "Trent" behaved himself, and finding the keys in my purse to someone's collar (I think that's what they're for?). It's somewhat odd, because I do remember her giving me those keys, but I just don't remember what they were for! Nor do I remember anyone named Trent.
But that's cool. I know I didn't sleep with anyone, at least. If nothing else, I would feel that today. Additionally, I suspect that Trent is the guy who walked me back to my car from the theater last night, and I do vaguely remember that part of last night. We didn't really do anything at all, actually; though I do remember us sitting in the car and speaking at length about something or another, and I also remember reassuring him that I was perfectly capable of driving. Damn me for being such a convincing liar when I want to be!
I do remember somehow getting lost when I drove home, and ending up somewhere north of the cities. When I finally got home, I messaged Gavin on Skype for almost an hour, and then we video Skyped for almost an hour while he was at work (I was so drunk that I actually said "isn't it a little late to be working right now?" or something like that -- had a good laugh over that remark when I re-read or conversation this morning!). I could barely keep my eyes open at that point, and Gavin wound up making some kind of snarky remark because I started showing him the message I had gotten earlier from the polyamorous guy that found me on Fetlife and OkC, so I got mad, hung up on him and passed out.
He was really kinda being a bitch last night, overall. He also became upset with me for not shutting up about how hot Gabrielle was (she was nothing short of amazing in person, so much prettier than her pictures). That's okay, though. I think I kinda deserved that treatment, and it wasn't too odious.