I am shocking myself more and more these days. HSKs friend Skater Boy invited me to his house for a beer pong tournament. Actually, I was told about this a month or two ago, but since HSK and I aren't speaking - I didn't think I'd still be invited, but I was. I was a little nervous about this since I haven't seen some of these people in 15 years. So I decided to bake 10 dozen cookies, I made plans with some great people that live up in that direction for the afternoon - so I would HAVE to go to this party; no excuses.
Before I leave, I had a voicemail and it was HSK telling me that he heard I was going and he was happy about that. So, I get there and I have a beer and a sliver of a sandwich (the only food I ate there) right away. There weren't many people there yet so it helped me remember people's name. Skater Boy and I started 'warming up' with some practice beer pong with two others - we ended up playing I think 4 games. On the last practice game, I was getting tipsy and very enthusiastic. I kept running after the ball if it rolled (for a free throw behind the back) - but this time, I jumped on table, and my boobs broke the grate at the one end - and I sort of fell through a little and have quite a number of scratches on both of my arms. I needed a break after that, and then tournament was going to start in about 30 minutes or so anyway. During that time HSK and I had a small talk about whatever and it wasn't too awkward. I was teamed up with someone, we'll just call him J who was good - I played him during the practice. Unfortunately our first game went into overtime or whatever it was called, and we ended up loosing by one cup. Our second game I was starting to really fall behind and didn't get many so we lost that and then I was able to actually talk to some of the kids I went to high school with. For the most part, it was actually kind of nice to see some of them...they were the guys that I really enjoyed hanging out with in 9th/10th grade, and even seeing them again now I know why I was friends with them. Another few beers - and my partner J and I start kissing a bunch but then he passes out (based on texts I got Monday -he is now 'infatuated with me' and 'loves how I kiss' which doesn't surprise me...I am a great kisser). HSK, Skater Boy, me and this other girl then strip down and jump in a neighbor's pool, which was freezing. HSK starts making out with tattooed fake blond not so attractive girl, it was little hard to watch - but then Skater Boy came over and started kissing me (we dated for all of a week or two in high school). Back at the house I downed a water, kissed Skater Boy a little more. There is only about 10 of us left at about 5 am...OMG I was up for 24 hours! Not only did I shock myself about jumping in a neighbors pool, but I was up so late, and I kissed 2 different guys, oh, and I talked with a lot of 'strangers'. All things out of my comfort zone. I go to use the bathroom and then decide I needed to lay down. HSK was sleeping on the couch and I go and join him and we snuggle for those few hours. I barely slept with all his snoring and my belly that was like a tidal wave. I wake him up with some caresses and then go at 'it' for 10 minutes or so and then go back to sleep. It was a little 'thrilling' since there wasn't a door and someone could have walked past at anytime (and if it was Skater Boy I would have felt really bad).
The rest of my day was a little hard. At first I was queasy, I should have thrown up when I woke up, but I didn't. My 85 minute drive home was LONG. I had the windows down, music blasting and I was singing on the top of my lungs.
In 1999 I was 20, so I guess I can still party like it is 2000...since I was 'legal' then and I did have one crazy night where I kissed 3 guys in one night. I am happy to know I still have it in me, I just need the right people to bring it out. But no worries, this won't be a regular thing by any means, I don't have the stamina or the desire to drink that much or to be this sleep deprived.