Death by Starbucks

Coffee date #3. Skipped writing about #2..nothing of importance came from it. Last night I get a wild hair up my ass to meet up with Flame. I don't know why I always think this will be a good idea, and in theory would be. Meet up with an old love, shoot the shit, drink the coffee, get the shakes, go home. You would think, not in this case. In this particular case, we sit around and beat the conversation horse till it's black and blue. Plan is to meet up at 7:30. As i'm driving there i'm beating my steering wheel screaming "why am I doing this." I pull up and of course flame is already there. I roll in make a joke about being late, per usual. Mosey up to the barista order a coffee. Roll outside and start talking about nonsense. Like flame is really sweet and whatnot, but for fucks sake he tells a long story. I found myself watching the fat skateboarder across the street try to grind the bus bench hoping he would fall so I would have some excitement. After what seemed like 4 hours of conversation I hear a beep in my purse. I look at my phone and it's this kid that I hooked up with the other night. "hey what are you doing?", I look at flame who is going on and on about his cat and look back down at my phone, I respond with "nothing, how bout you?" I know I am Lucifer. So now flame and I are talking and I'm sitting thinking about this kid and wondering if I can manage to get out of coffee date and still be home in time to hang out. Another beep. Grab the phone, "well I got a 12 pack and these earrings I don't know what to do with." #1 thank god I left my earrings at his house, #2 12 pack = love. I realize it's only 9:15 and Flame and I are now talking about where we grocery shop at, I respond with "Ya! Come over." SENT. Shit now I only have about 15 minutes to get out of there. I start fidgeting around and say something about having to go grocery shopping on the way home. Flame seems startled but after 2 hours of conversation suicide, I could care less. We get up to leave, Flame walks me out to my car. I try to give a quick hug goodbye, but I can tell he's going in for the kill. I quickly turn my head and mumble something about hanging out next week. GOD. I'm in my car speeding home like a bat outta hell. Hottie hasn't text me back yet, so I'm thinking he went to bed or something. I roll around the corner and there he is sitting on the steps of my apt..booze in tow. Adorable.

Boozin' & Losin'

Dont you love living in a small communty. I know I do. Last Sunday night I meet up with a friend who was in town for her birthday. We had pretty much ruined the city by Sunday night and were finishing up drinks at a local bar. I like how I just tried to make that sound sophisticated. The reality was I had been barfing all day from drinking for 48 straight hours, my friend puked in the bathroom at the bar and was taking jager shots when I showed up. We then proceeded to get shit faced. Ok that sounds better. Anyway, so back to getting shitfaced. Her and I were enjoying a shot when this boy that I had hooked up with about 2 years ago showed up. Perfect timing right. So he shows up we start talking and one thing leads to another and he invites me to a "kickback", if you will, on a Sunday night. I have no idea who these people are or where we are going or who is driving, but fuck it. I've had 17 beers and 2 shots, let's do this! We pull up to the house and I'm trashed, he's trahsed, the people that drove us are trashed. We proceed to walk in. I'm carrying an 18 pack, one can already open in hand laughing really loud and acting all flirty with cute boy. Walk in the house..look over to the couch and who should be sitting there? Republicrat. AHHH. I smile and then bee line it for the kitchen. The thing is this. I could care less about this fucking guy. He is a complete and total tool. BUT I do think it is interesting that he never saw me drunk and then I run into him and he sees who I really am....wasted for about 3 days straight, barfed earlier in the day, flirting with some radom ass dude...on a Sunday. So cute boy and I go into the backyard, start like full on making out and Republicrat walks back there. I dont think we were actually kissing when he walked back, but the vibe was out. Republicrat is all "hey whats goin on!" in a totally sarcastic tone. I reply with nothing, then he says "how are things?"..I simply hold up my 18th Bud light of the day and say "things are great!" I dont think he found this amusing, but I sure as hell did. Sorry I can drink and have fun and you can't. You=Boring. The night ended with me and cute boy laying on the deck of some random peoples back yard making out. Classy Ass.