Friday Night—Where did you go?

I was expecting drama—2 tons of it to be exact. Instead I had fun. I think. The evening began with a nice walk in the rain to Lizzie and Kelly’s to meet up before the theater. It was slightly annoying but fun nonetheless. I love LA when it’s wet.

The show, “Fellowship!”, was a parody of LOTR and very, very good. I would prefer to call it a loving tribute since most of my nerdy friends weren’t offended too much by the jokes it poked at the entire story. I would highly recommend the show to anyone who likes comedy and musicals. Good times.

The show was followed up by dinner at Tokyo Delves. I think that this restaurant is the dividing line between my ‘fun’ friends and my ‘serious’ friends. It’s loud and funny and musical and bad karaoke—you dance on chairs and sing along with the waiters. Half sat stone-faced, above it all, shocked and disinterested. The other half, myself included, danced along with the waiters, chicken danced over our meals and just got into it. It was fun—for some of us.

Drama still managed to loam over the night though—from seating arrangements and dinner orders. I wish that the people moved forward and just approached the people they have issues with. I guess that’s how I am—I will ask flat out for the truth and really want it. So when other people can’t do it—that annoys me.

But dinner was still fun regardless. I was refusing to let anything hold me back. Which is how the sake bomb got in my way. Sake bombs are fun, crafty and sexy. It’s beer, a cup of sake and a whole ceremony leading to up to the drinking fun. It’s like an Irish car bomb with production values.

And this is where the evening loses itself. I know I went back to Kelly and Lizzie’s and that Dax made me a drink or two. I know I left with Jennifer who dropped me of at my house. And that’s where the evening memory ends.

Imagine when I woke the next morning, tired and hot—naked and buried under pillows. And an arm--my neighbor’s arm. That’s right people, in my drunken stupor I picked up neighbor from down the way. I felt like Meg Ryan in ‘When a Man Loves a Woman’; the one where’s she’s a drunk. At least he was cool about it. (I would make up a nickname but I don’t know his real one.)

The best part was as I went in the kitchen to get water and realized that in my drunken state I went food shopping. Junk food shopping. Imagine every type possible—Mac and cheese, pizza bites, pop tarts, doughnuts. I guess junk food put me in the mood. And as I stared bewildered—neighbor came out and told me about how I picked him up. This is the part I’m kind of proud of.

I walked right up to (name here) and said—‘you’re always watching me and I’m watching you. When are we going to screw and get it over with?” That was it—I just pulled him down to my place. He told me that I was aggressive and showed me a bite mark I left on him. He talked about how I broke my bookshelf and kept making out anyways. Then—here’s the kicker—as (insert name here) says, “Don’t worry—we didn’t do anything unsafe. Like screw.” He said this as Mrs. Garrett (the old maid roommate) walked in. Awkward moment. I haven’t spoken to her yet about it. I just hope she didn’t hear anything.

And that’s all I know about my Friday. Good times my friends. Good times.