Have washed glasses (margarita glasses, shot glasses, wine glasses), recycled copious amounts of beer bottles, taken out trash and aired house of heady smoky haze. But still have not gotten out of pajamas. Day has passed in naps punctuated by trips to kitchen for bread & cheese or left over party odds and ends. Fine day.
Was three or four margaritas under by time J showed up to tragically un-exciting party. Am convinced am not able to throw party without weather/tragic events putting damper on situation. First thing out of Js mouth when through the door with his entourage?
J: You're drunk.
H: Am not.
Entourage laughed. Thin Blonde member of group announced that must be, as can normally come up with much wittier comeback.
H: Fine. Am drunk.
J pulled up chair and emptied pockets of smoking paraphernalia. "Now let's get you stoned." Sat down next to Thin Blonde Girlfriend and didn't argue. Have no idea who ate contents of v. large M&M bowl. Am pretty certain was yours truly. Am avoiding going into bathroom, as scale will want accounting of party behavior. Will shout at evil scale that is not my boss and is evil task master. But will eventually fess up, am sure.
Before leaving, J came to give farewell embrace. Ended up very close, with mouth touching Js lovely ear. Had dizzying flashbacks of first J kiss and fumbling around in bedroom months ago. Thought, "Want to kiss lovely ear. Want to take you in bedroom now." Said, "Thanks for coming."
J can walk into room and make this good girl think many thoughts that good girl should not think. Thought many of said thoughts, sat back down on couch and finished bag off too-salty chips. Blast.
Am thinking of making trip to New York for party on 20th. Want to meet faceless folks, sources of many hours of entertainment. And also don't want to meet faceless friends... am fairly certain am going to be much less of success in person. Will see.