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beandelphiki) wrote2002-12-01 02:46 pm
beandelphiki) wrote2002-12-01 02:46 pm
Wrap Party
Green doesn't go with blue-grey, does it? Hmm.
Last night my mom and I went to see the closing show of Goodnight Desdemona, Good Morning Juliet, and I'm very glad I got to see it because it was FANTASTIC.
Then afterward, I went to the wrap party at the Lib(erty), our campus bar. I went because everyone INSISTED I had to go (I missed opening party), and because our instructors have told us that careers in theatre are made in smokey bars; I figure I might as well get used to it.
I wasn't too pleased with it at first; it just seemed like all those stupid parties everyone went to in high school, only with alcohol. I got depressed earlier when everyone seemed to be jumping down my throat for missing opening, because when I left high school I thought, "That's it, I'll never have to worry about a stupid party again," and then I get out in the "real world" and it's just another party, but bigger. It's like I never graduated.
So I sat in the corner and stared at everyone playing pool (which I don't play), drinking beer (which I hate) and making chit-chat they could have made anywhere, and I wondered what all the fuss was about.
Then I drank.
It suddenly was much more fun.
All I had was an After Eight cocktail and a Smirnoff Ice, but that was in under an hour. And I don't drink. And I only weigh 120 lbs.
I didn't get drunk exactly, but boy, was I BUZZED.
It was all very interesting - I was trying to pay attention to how it felt, because it was all new. I could tell I was affected, but I couldn't tell how much until I had to leave. Sitting down, everything seemed okay, although my head was a wee bit tingly. But when I stood up, that's when everything sort of wavered.
You know those "don't drink and drive" ads where they line up glasses in front of a shot of a moving road so you can see the road get fuzzier and more distorted with each glass? Damned if it wasn't JUST like that. Fuzzy and slightly off center.
I could still talk though, (when I got in the car, I said, "obnoxious, obsequious acetate," to my mother, and we determined I couldn't be THAT drunk) but it took some concentration to speak perfectly. (My one screw up of the night - "vast majority" became "mast vajority" heh.)
I got home and got on the comp, and when I next looked at the clock it was five in the morning. And I got home at one. *blink* I was awake so long, the alcohol wore off.
Next time, I'm just going to crash at David's, so I don't have to worry about finding a ride home. It sort of sucked that I had to leave just when I was starting to actually enjoy myself.
Notable events of the night:
- A girl in my program, Stef, has been telling us all that she's sure she's bi, and she wants her lez friend, Nichole. Last night, Stef got wasted and finally told Nichole she wants her. Nichole is incredibly happy that Stef is going to be her girlfriend. We all knew that would be her reaction, though, since it's so obvious she wants Stef too. (But then, who wouldn't? Stef is gorgeous. She used to model.)
I'm pleased that Stef has come out for two reasons: a) it's just cool, and b) this girl flipped on me at the beginning of the year when I let it slip she sets off my gaydar. I feel validated again.
- David flirts with almost anyone in the program but me. I mean, he will put his hands on practically anyone, male or female. But not me.
Except when he's drunk.
Should I be insulted?
Last night my mom and I went to see the closing show of Goodnight Desdemona, Good Morning Juliet, and I'm very glad I got to see it because it was FANTASTIC.
Then afterward, I went to the wrap party at the Lib(erty), our campus bar. I went because everyone INSISTED I had to go (I missed opening party), and because our instructors have told us that careers in theatre are made in smokey bars; I figure I might as well get used to it.
I wasn't too pleased with it at first; it just seemed like all those stupid parties everyone went to in high school, only with alcohol. I got depressed earlier when everyone seemed to be jumping down my throat for missing opening, because when I left high school I thought, "That's it, I'll never have to worry about a stupid party again," and then I get out in the "real world" and it's just another party, but bigger. It's like I never graduated.
So I sat in the corner and stared at everyone playing pool (which I don't play), drinking beer (which I hate) and making chit-chat they could have made anywhere, and I wondered what all the fuss was about.
Then I drank.
It suddenly was much more fun.
All I had was an After Eight cocktail and a Smirnoff Ice, but that was in under an hour. And I don't drink. And I only weigh 120 lbs.
I didn't get drunk exactly, but boy, was I BUZZED.
It was all very interesting - I was trying to pay attention to how it felt, because it was all new. I could tell I was affected, but I couldn't tell how much until I had to leave. Sitting down, everything seemed okay, although my head was a wee bit tingly. But when I stood up, that's when everything sort of wavered.
You know those "don't drink and drive" ads where they line up glasses in front of a shot of a moving road so you can see the road get fuzzier and more distorted with each glass? Damned if it wasn't JUST like that. Fuzzy and slightly off center.
I could still talk though, (when I got in the car, I said, "obnoxious, obsequious acetate," to my mother, and we determined I couldn't be THAT drunk) but it took some concentration to speak perfectly. (My one screw up of the night - "vast majority" became "mast vajority" heh.)
I got home and got on the comp, and when I next looked at the clock it was five in the morning. And I got home at one. *blink* I was awake so long, the alcohol wore off.
Next time, I'm just going to crash at David's, so I don't have to worry about finding a ride home. It sort of sucked that I had to leave just when I was starting to actually enjoy myself.
Notable events of the night:
- A girl in my program, Stef, has been telling us all that she's sure she's bi, and she wants her lez friend, Nichole. Last night, Stef got wasted and finally told Nichole she wants her. Nichole is incredibly happy that Stef is going to be her girlfriend. We all knew that would be her reaction, though, since it's so obvious she wants Stef too. (But then, who wouldn't? Stef is gorgeous. She used to model.)
I'm pleased that Stef has come out for two reasons: a) it's just cool, and b) this girl flipped on me at the beginning of the year when I let it slip she sets off my gaydar. I feel validated again.
- David flirts with almost anyone in the program but me. I mean, he will put his hands on practically anyone, male or female. But not me.
Except when he's drunk.
Should I be insulted?
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...anyway, maybe you could observe how David acts around you in the days after this? Maybe being buzzed cracked his gaurd enough so that he'll always be at ease with you now. Eh, then again, maybe not. What do I know.. :)