Every moment's a little bit later

Okay, where do I begin? I feel like I lived so much since I last posted. It's been determined that this is the summer of Addled, and not a damn thing is going to stand in my way. So, yeah.

We'll start on July 3rd. The weekend previous I had bumped into a friend, a recent graduate who I'd gotten drunk with on graduation day. He gave the student speech at graduation, which was inevitable - those of you that know him know exactly what I mean. So we caught up for a moment outside the law school, and he mentioned he would be going out the night before the 4th, and would I be up for some fun? Hells yeah, I say, not yet realizing this would be the summer of Addled. So, that night itself was a blast, though not much to report on.* It was a bunch of people I sorta knew, who I'd had classes with but never formally met or hung out with. They all knew me, anyway, 'cause I talk a lot in class (though I am not a gunner**).

So adequately hung over, the next day I head over to a friend's for a friendly bbq for the fourth. There were no fireworks, no celebrations of America - in fact, I believe I may have drunkenly proclaimed we should celebrate the signing of the Constitution instead of the Declaration of Independence - yeah, I'm a full-fledged Con Law nerd. Deal.

I knew beforehand CPP would be elsewhere, and that it would be foolish to think we could be together on her only day off the entire term of her bar review (I'm not bitter, I'm not I'm not I'm not); maybe knowing that helped me have a good time, and helped influence decisions I would make later that evening.

There's a lot that's worth saying about that day/night, that maybe some of you would appreciate (including me accusing someone else of being racist in front of their good friend. Whoops!), but let's jump to the juicy bits, okay? Okay! My good friend K was there, and her roommate, whom I'd met a few times before. The Roommate we'll call S, for now, until you come up with, and/or if you determine she's worthy of a nickname - I'm undecided if she's worthy yet.

Back up about 5 weeks to a different function, a friend's fiance's birthday party. This was a damn boring party, I'll just say it. Boring people, nobody very interesting. But K & S were there, so at least I'd have them to talk to (oh, I went there with my old LC partner, whom I love, and is interesting, but she left early, as she often does), and S is a smoker, so that was cool. Actually, cooler than I'd have thought, because we spent most of the latter part of the evening alone together smoking, drinking and talking music. I don't get to talk music with a lot of people, as I am a bit of a music nerd and/or music snob. So, we had a great time. Wait, did I mention yet that this is Euro Girl? Maybe we should call her EG. A neutral enough nickname until her worth is fully adjudicated.***

But when it's time to go, K & S are all about returning to their place for more drinking and revelry. I am unsure. I'm digging on EG, but also a bit sleepy, not interested in drinking more, and most importantly, I have the first date with CPP the next night. A few days later I would think going home early would be a great decision. Now? Who knows. But in the car, when I asked my friend the driver to drop me off at home, EG was noticeably disappointed. I think she had intentions that night.

Okay, so back to the fourth. I was kind of hoping EG would be there. You know, I've been going back and forth on whether or not to share this with y'all - I don't know if what I did was wrong, or bad, or shabby. But it's a story, anyway. So, K was there, and EG eventually showed. It was a long day, filled with plenty of drink, a nice big salmon barbeque'd by me, and a weird but enjoyable game called "slap nuts." I'd have to explain that one with diagrams.

Day turned into night; we wandered down to the edge of a hill to watch the sunset. Many pictures were taken (none will be posted here for obvious reasons), many songs were sung thanks to a really good guitar player with a vast repertoire, much fun was had. The party transferred itself to K & EG's house, ostensibly to watch the fireworks from atop a parking structure. Also, EG had a little baggie of goodness, which I admit was part of my motivation.

Upon entering her bedroom and attempting to roll, at which I have little skill (I know you're all super surprised), EG turns to me and says, "okay let's get this out of the way" and plants a big wet one on me. Surprise! Honestly, I had no intentions nor expectations the night would turn this way. But let's be real, here - I'd been drinking since noon, she was pretty, and was giving me some pretty clear signs of interest. Like, you know, kissing me.

Other stuff happened. People went home, K went to bed. The aforementioned guitar-playing-friend-with-the-vast-repertoire wouldn't fucking go home...Man! Everyone else had left, I was still there, at her house, I think it was pretty damn obvious what was going on, yet there he was on the stoop, playing song after song after song after song. I had to finally excuse myself and go upstairs to try and give him a bit of a hint.

It's about 2 in the morning now, I'm lying on her bed, alone, trying not to pass out. I realize all the sounds have stopped, they actually stopped a bit ago, and I go out into the living room to investigate her whereabouts. Nobody's here, anywhere. WTF, mate? There's a light in the bathroom, but I don't go opening bathroom doors willy nilly - until I see the door's cracked a bit, so I slowly open it, only to find EG sitting on the side of the tub, reading the National Enquirer. Yeah, I know. That's exactly what I was thinking.

I'm exhausted here, see; when I drink, I don't get crazy, I don't get obnoxious (for the most part), I get sleepy. I really just wanted t go to bed. So after asking her what the fuck she was doing, I say something to the effect of, "Come on, come to bed, let's cuddle and fall asleep until I have to go to work in five hours." So we retire to the bedroom, but instead of that awesome plan I just suggested, she wants to roll another doobie and play fucking backgammon. Could she be any more ridiculous??? No. Not possible. Or maybe it's slightly more ridiculous that I went along with it, rolled another doob (a better one this time, practice makes perfect), and we fucking play fucking backgammon. She won, though I didn't let her.

Thankfully, that was the end of the ridiculousness. The rest of the night was filled with...well, mostly just kissing. We didn't do it - not sure if that's important in the scheme of things, but there it is. I was still technically with CPP at this point, though I think we all know it was over, maybe weeks before.

Do I feel guilty about it? Not really. There was no exclusivity agreement. There was very little going on between CPP and I at this point anyway. EG did know about CPP that night also, I believe K forewarned her - I actually tried to explain it to EG, but it was difficult to put into words, and by her own admission EG wasn't really interested in listening to said explanation anyway.

I will be reviewing more of the summer of Addled, which, I hope you'll believe, is in full swing right now. I have to go for a run right now before I help a friend move, and this post is pretty long, so I think I should sign off. But there will be more tales of EG, other random girls, lawyers, a close encounter with a Russian, and lots of fun stuff.


* AC, if you want I can tell you who it was I was out with - if I can remember everyone's names. Interesting group, to say the least.

** read the last definition here on Wiki - hilarious!!

*** fucking legal writing seeps into everything, am I right?