It was a hell to the no kind of night...as they usually are on Thursday nights because that's crazy Whitney night in the Golightly household. Prior to that car-wreck, I went to a wine tasting with my neighbor. Who does not live below me...or did we discuss that already? I'm losing my memory.
I didn't eat before the tasting of the wine and you know that leads to trouble. There were so many males at the wine tasting. I didn't know what to think: gay, straight, metrosexual, or just loves wine? They were not so much cute as they were older gentlemen.
My neighbor was in heaven, turns out she loves some old men. I was over at the Bacardi taste table, not just wine, folks, shots, too! Yipee. It takes me about 5 minutes longer than the average person to down a shot, I just cannot do them quick enough and if I do, it's a night in the bathroom for me.
While I was sipping a shot, neighbor decided to agree to eat dinner with this random man---whoa, she is so brave! I warned her to be careful and told her to call me once she got back, like the momma, I am.
Once I got back home, I realized it was three minutes before "Being Bobby Brown" and that I had 5 missed calls and 3 text messages from the Groomsman. Big decision here...tick tock, tick tock, what to do?
Since I knew what he wanted and was in no state to drive, I put on BRAVO and watched Whitney 'hell to the no' it over Mother's Day. Can I ask a question: Why does Bobby put up with her? I'm loving him, the more and more I watch it.
During a commercial break, I called the Groomsman.
"Are you on your way?", he asked.
"Hurry and get here, my cousins are waiting for you"---Okay, cousins=family. Oh, hell to the no way. I don't meet family when I'm drunk.
"I wish I could, but I can't. I'm a little drunky"
"Well, call a cab and get over here"---What the...is he kidding me?
We don't live in New York where all you need to do is go outside and hail a cab, like that. We live in car-dominated Texas; where I would have to call a cab and wait for at least twenty minutes. That is apparently too much work for me. He may be used to it, but not me.
"That ain't happening..."
"What? The boys are waiting"
"It's just guys over there with you?" I asked.
"Then it for sure ain't happening, have fun. Call me later"--I am not that girl out on boy's night.
"Well, maybe I'll have my cousin drop me off your place when we are finished. I need some brown sugar"
"That ain't happening. Just call me and we'll make plans to meet up on the weekend."
Was does that mean?
I don't think so, I may have been drunk but come on, how lame, right? Have his cousin drop him off at my place, then what? I take him home in the morning? Plus, can we discuss how he assumes he can come over and get some?
I think this non-car/license deal is really going to get to me. Anyone have some persuasive thoughts, either way, but more along the lines of helping me deal?
This will be a problem and I hate to let a good thing go, on the fact that he is car-less.