I was in SA town to go to a graduation party. My best friend from high school just received her Masters - so we had to celebrate.
The weekend started at The Shops of La Cantera to grab a bite to eat and drink at Kona Grill. Bev met us out, too.
We ate, drank, and had some girl talk. After me and high school buddy went to her house and drank (month old wine - my poor stomach the next day!) while her guy buddies entertained us. They were headed out to some bar and we ended up falling asleep on her couch before 11pm. My excuse is I had a long ass week of events.
Saturday we got up to prep for the party. We met B and went for some good ole Mexican food at El chaparral (that spelling may be way off). Then we got our make-up done at the Shops (again) and we looked hot.
The party was jumping. It was a dual graduate party and the other had more guests attending - too bad they all felt the Cowboys game was far more important and sat outside listening to it on the radio - not as if, my friend didn't own two televisions?!?!
The people inside had way too much fun. We were drinking that 267 alcohol up. It is so yum. Seriously. I am considering buying bottles as Christmas presents. Everyone needs to discover 267.
Now - all during this party time, I kept making eyes with one Hottie in particular - too bad he was friends with someone I thought was being an asshole (but that was Drunken Golightly, and I have since apologized to him for my rash comments)
Then there were some minor arguments happening and B told us some fun story recants of the past.
I dare say there was a co*kblock situation. And some random older red head guy from who knows where hitting on every girl at the party.
Anyways, as the party winded down around 4AM, people were leaving and talking about who was spending the night where - and Hottie asked me where I was sleeping.
"Wherever my suitcase is, is where I spend the night"
See - I am so chill like that.
Hottie took that as a cue and grabbed my suitcase (ok I packed it in like 5 seconds -no jokes) and he carried it out to his car. Let me add - I have the girliest suitcase you have ever seen. Imagine a manly Hottie carrying my frou-frou luggage down the street to his car.
We (Hottie, me, and my suitcase) ended up at his apartment - which happened to be where I used to live when I lived in SA. Go figure.
One thing led to another, kissing ensued, and somehow a fresh box (I'd say the 12 pack size only because I wasn't counting, but my pop up memories are thinking 12 is the magic number) of condoms appeared and were used.
Uhm hmm...gather your own conclusions. And I will tell you at this point in the night/ early morning we are both sober as can be - so this was not some drunken escapade.
The last time I looked at the clock it said 9:15AM and I conked out, when I awoke it was 10:45AM and we began right where we left off.
And y'all know I DO NOT take showers with people...call me a hypocrite now.
All squeaky clean, we settled on the couch for some football - well, well, well does football turn everyone on or was that just us?
And honestly, I don't know how I am walking or how I survived all the way into Monday with the littlest amount of sleep ever, but I did because I am a trooper like that.
And I am not some crazy one night stand hooker - this never happens to me AND I am aware that the girls who usually say that are the ones that are always doing that.
But I guarantee you guys if you saw what I was dealing with (Hottie) you'd be staring at an empty box of condoms as well wondering 'how the Hell did I accomplish that?'