I have a lot to catch up on I suppose...I got back from Massachusetts last Tuesday night and had dinner with Austin downtown. I didn't bother going into the restaurant and didn't see him from outside. I ended up waiting outside for about half an hour only to realize that he was actually waiting inside. In my defense, I texted him but never heard back and our texts got lost in the ether or something.
Anyway, we had a fun night. He's really bummed and stressed because Alicia is moving out in December and he either needs to find a new roommate or a new place to live. He's really disappointed because he thought things would be different living with her and having an actual home instead of living in a frat house kind of thing. I never heard him talk to me about his feelings and stuff so I was really amazed that he actually talked to me about those things. Normally we don't talk too much about deeply personal issues. He asked about me and I told him about Tyson; about how I like him a lot but nothing is ever certain for us and how bummed I am about it. I realized that besides work, I don't have much to talk about. Although we had a ton of fun making fun of the pretentiousness of the east coast. After dinner, we walked around for a bit and he took me home.
We hung out again Friday night. I went over to his house to watch a movie and Alicia came home when he wasn't expecting her. Apparently she usually stays out late somewhere and comes home when he's asleep. It was a little weird seeing her again, she said something kind of mean, she was like, "Oh my God, Alisa? You're so thin! I mean...not that you weren't thin to begin with..." Rather catty, don't you think? I didn't let it bother me, I know the last time she saw me I was on the chubbier side so hey, at least I look good now. She and Austin ended up fighting over an email someone sent to her and that was really awkward. I just sat in the living room watching What About Bob? while trying to ignore her yelling at Austin.
He and I ended up drinking a bottle of wine together and had a pillow fight. That was actually a lot of fun and I dunno, it was nice to have fun with him instead of him trying to get me to sleep with him or give him a blow job. After we hung out, I met up with Julie and David and we saw a crime scene that extended to a whole block and a half. We're guessing someone got shot or stabbed or something because when we were going back home, a cop told us we could go ahead since they were done with everything and we literally almost stepped into puddles of blood. It was the most disturbing thing I have ever seen; I mean, it's nothing like the shit you see on TV and it sobered me up and I was feeling nauseous. I saw it and it took my brain a few minutes to register what happened and a tiny part of me that's jaded and apathetic thought, "eh, I'll just walk around it..."
Tyson told me that he was actually coming out to Colorado earlier, like getting into Denver around Thursday. Well, that didn't end up happening and instead he came in Saturday afternoon. So I spent Saturday morning hung over from the night before, laying in bed watching football until I finally decided to take a shower and start getting ready. I didn't know what time to expect him, I knew he was spending the day in Breck with his friends. He came over around 4:30 and we hung out, made out for a few hours, and watch some football. Ah, perfect :) We headed back to his place around 6 to meet up with Francesco to go to Cervantes for a "drum and bass" show or something. It's like techno. Tyson called it jungle music. The three of us went to dinner and as we were leaving, these two Italian guys were walking in the same direction as us and had really thick accents which I decided to imitate and I wasn't even drunk. Luckily I don't think they heard me and gave us something to laugh about.
We got to Cervantes around 9 or something, I don't know. It was an all ages show so there were a ton of teen aged kids running around with glow sticks and flashy things on their fingers. I decided to get drunk and get drunk fast. Some creepy gay guy hit on me while Tyson was in the bathroom and I am so glad that Fran was standing with me and kept an eye on me. We all rolled around 12 or something, probably earlier but hell, who knows. I met a bunch of Tyson's drum and bass friends and finally, finally the drugs started kicking in and made things tolerable. Tyson and I made out a lot, massaged each other a lot, and just had a really good time. One of the guys was having an after party at his house so we all headed over around 1 or something and honestly, I don't really like that kind of music or anything but he was really good. Also, I'm thinking the blow helped. Man, it was amazing...I just melted into the couch with Fran on one side and Tyson on the other. I never felt so relaxed in my life and it was amazing.
While we were completely coked out, well, Tyson was on K, he kept talking to me and kissing me and telling me how much he missed me. I really just wished he would shut up and just enjoy the music and enjoy the high. I ended up telling him that I wasn't going to date anyone else and he was really happy about that. He kept saying how we have something special going on and I guess that's what made me say that I wouldn't date anyone else and we'll see where this goes. Hee hee, he was so high he told me he loved me and I laughed in his face. It was really nice though, I liked how high we were and how everything felt perfect just lying on the couch in a pile with Francesco and stuff.
Tyson and I didn't end up leaving until 5:30 in the morning. Got home around 6, took Cooper out, passed out, woke up, watched football, ate food, watched more football, and fell back asleep. He really likes me, and genuinely missed me and I'm rather flattered. I can also tell that he's going to be detrimental to my health. And I kind of like that.
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