co-worker dates & watermelon rum pt. 2

We all ended up staying up until 5 A.M. and then that's when we took our separate ways--Asha with John, and I with Marc.

Wait, what?

Yes. At first, I honestly believed that me and Asha would just share a bed together, and then they would find somewhere else to sleep. But no, Asha went with John. In his room. On his bed. Without me. Leaving me with Marc. Who has a girlfriend. Who hates everyone. We literally started out on opposite ends of the bed, and about an hour into our sleep (last time I looked at the clock was 5:30 A.M.), he gets up and then lays across the bed. DIAGONALLY. I had about, eh, 6 inches of bedspace to sleep on. It was oh so comfortable.

And then Asha and John came in after a couple of hours and took a picture of us. ON THE BED. TOGETHER. I was like, brilliant. That's awesome, guys. And Asha goes, now I have blackmail for you. And Marc said, oh, God, please don't ever put that picture up on facebook ever. Please.

It was quite possibly some of the most fun I had had in a long time.

Saturday
Then I went home and I ended up going home and sleeping basically and getting ready for the party tonight for Kati.

Cory ended up driving to my house to pick me up for the party, which threw me off because I had kinda but not really forgotten about the party. We drove up north and ended up stopping to get food at Longhorn's, of course, because we both had lots of money to just throw away aimlessly.

We finally got to the party and did the birthday shot (19 shots or your birthday doesn't count!) and then texted Jason as a joke saying, "I'm three feet away from you" because Jack's going away party was that night and it was at Brandon's house, which I thought was still in Cartersville. Jason called me immediately and was freaking out, saying, "where the hell are you?"
"I'm at the party in Cartersville."
"Brandon doesn't even fucking live in Cartersville. He lives near my parents (Or something like that. I don't really pay attention when he talks on the phone)."
"Oh. Well. Whatever."
"Alright. I'm going to leave."
"Okay, I understand that."
"Alright."
*click*

It took so much of me not to get drunk and forget all about him and everything around that stupidity. But I knew I had to work in the morning, and for eight hours too. I played babysitter to the the drunks, which was more fun that I thought it would be. After Kati and Cory calmed down, me and some of the more sober people started to talk at the table about college, then moved on the economy, then on to other various topics. Towards the end of the night, I got really quiet, so I went to bed with Kati and Cory and slept for a couple hours before I had to wake up with Cory. It was ridiculous the lack of sleep I had this weekend that made work so miserable. I had never gone through anything with that little of sleep.

All in all, it was a great weekend.



Something that I've been thinking of lately is how much the song "Realize" applies to a certain situation in my life, and tonight Stephanie had told me that she thought the same thing. I'm not sure if I'm more freaked out that she really wants me to do what she wants me to do or that we thought THE EXACT SAME THING.