I want to blog about last nights events. Mostly I just want to tell someone female without having to hear about how I'm such a slut. Because I'm not a slut, but I can't tell Courtney or Christy because they get all judgey and that just annoys me.
So, last night around sevenish Justen calls me and asks how viewing the townhouse went, and if I asked this and that question, yadda yadda yadda, and he mentions he wants to try this new bar, which I forget the name of now. I was like, if you decide to go shoot me a text, but do it about an hour and a half earlier than when you want to leave so I can start getting ready. Around eight he texts saying lets go, it's just gonna be me and him tonight unless I want to invite someone, which I didn't.
We met up in the commuter parking lot at 9:30, I was late of course because I couldn't find my keys is as per usual for me. I need to just clip them to my zipper or something, I lose them about eight times a day.
So we drive down having a nice conversation about whatever, probably shit talking because we do that a lot. We get to this bar which is very cute, its modern and chic, definitely my favorite one we've been in. I assume this is another gay bar and settle myself into a chair at the bar and order and amaretto sour, which was delicious. There is a brunette sitting next to me, and next to her is the really...really hot guy, a blond, with sexy hands. Justen says hes gay, and I believe him.
Its about this time Justen and I notice on the board that their Thursday special is $5 long islands, which is not necessarily a deal until we notice they're putting them in glasses as long as my forearm and twice as thick. So he goes up to sing, and I order us a round. This is the turning point in our night, because those drinks were strong as fuck, but delicious. Justen sings Elton, I "Woooo!" really loud. The brunette next to me strikes up a conversation and helps me pick out a song to karaoke, (Abba's Dancing Queen) and introduces us to her friend Mike, the hot blond guy. Justen and I make a bet on whether he's straight or gay. Its a toss up, he knows the words to Elton John, but he dances terribly. The brunette (she told me her name but I don't remember it anymore) gets up and Mike slides over into her chair next to me. I get up and sing, and at this point I'm drunk. I dance around the bar like an idiot and sing the song I'm sure horribly though Justen, Mike, and the brunette all swear is good and that I was adorable.
I run to the bathroom and become instant best friends with Ashley, who was coming out. We hugged. I love being drunk.
While I'm gone Justen finds out Mike is straight...but has a girlfriend. Aw. Well that's that, right? Wrong. Mike notices my drink is almost empty and buys my next one. He then orders a margarita, which was just straight up tequila. He hands it to me and tells me to take a drink, so I did. Yuck. But I did enjoy the drink he bought me...because it was free and I love anyone who buys me alcohol when I'm drunk, especially when they're hot. I don't remember everything at this point, but I do remember him leaning over and asking me if I can keep a secret. I giggle and say I'm good at keeping secrets (such a lie), and he tells me he thinks I'm beautiful and how do I get my hair so shiny. Like a total bitch I say "Um, I wash it." So untrue, I work hard to make my hair all swishy and shiny. It was natural last night, just kind wavy, but people were all over it, so points for him.
Justen and I duet Journeys "Faithfully" and Mike sings a song too, although I forget now. He comes back over and asks for my number, but I'm so far gone typing is hard, so he takes my phone and calls himself and then stores his number/name in my phone, tells me to wait 30 seconds so he can say goodbye to the brunette (who I found out from Justen this morning is best friends with his girlfriend), so I walked outside and struck up a conversation a gay man who was totally sweet. Mike calls and asks where I am. I giggle and say outside. He tells me to come out back. So I do. We then proceed to hardcore make out. He was...such...a good kisser, no sarcasm. And when I say make out I mean I walked outside and he was standing on the deck looking amazing, and he started to say something and I just cut him off, and then he had me pushed up against a deck. It was hot. Men like that should always be single.
I won't mention everything else that happened, but I will say I did not have sex with him...but I would have if he had been able to. This is my pattern, serious relationship, one night stand, serious relationship. Justen calls me like eight times while this is going on, and I decide, instead of turning off my phone, to just drop it off the edge. Mike, being a gentleman, went and got it for me. Maybe he was concerned when I just started climbing over the railing. Who knows?
Anyway, we do a lot more kissing before I finally say I should probably go, and he asks if he can call me tomorrow. I say yes. I also tell him that he is not going to marry the girl he is with. If you're making out with cute red heads in bars you are not committed to the girl you're with. Just sayin.
Justen and I drive home, and by the grace of God don't get pulled over or kill ourselves. I apparently said several times, "Justen you are in two lanes." We went through a McDonalds drive through and screamed loudly like we were at a rock concert. They gave us the food for free. Gotta try that in regular life.
I drove home to my house, and couldn't get in the front door, so I decided to sleep in the back yard. Which is what I did until my mom realized I was out there at like, five a.m. and sent Colbie out after me. She ate my hamburger. Bad dog.
Somewhere in there I called Brandon, Brian (uuuuuggggghhhhh), and David. David says I was hilarious. Brandon said I was a mess. Brian didn't answer thank GOD. I hid his number so that can never happen again.
I woke up this morning to about a million text messages. Mike asked if we were still on for today. Um what?! Its one thing when I'm drunk...I sent back today wasn't good for me, that I needed to go running. Which I'm going to do when I'm finished typing this. I know, I know. I have no balls.
Oh well.
Anyway, that was my night. All in all it seems like a win. Don't be hatin. Come to the STL and I'll get you really drunk.

-mb