Made Getting-Silly-Drunk date with J's roommate B last night.
H: I just want to get very drunk and make out.
B: With me?? I'm off at 6!
H: (laughing) No, not with you, silly. Only single boys qualify.
B: I wish I could go out and drink tonight... I really need it. But I have to stay in and be good.
H: Yeah, it's not safe for me to go out, either. Wanna stay in and get silly drunk? That way, I'll be good. And drunk. And you'll be good. And drunk, too.
So, picked up two bottles of wine after work, and headed out for v. unconventional date. En route, passed spot normally crowded with panhandlers (am not certain if is PC term, but well, don't care) and amid all the varied, "Spare change for the homeless," heard one single voice of honesty and reason.
"Spare change for Marijuana?"
Indeed. Had yours truly had any more than cab fare home from prospective drinking extravaganza, would certainly have contributed to such a worthy cause.
Spent rest of evening getting trashed with J's two roommates, watching ridiculous television programs involving men with lawn mowers on their heads. No lie. Got v. silly drunk, as was planned, but did not take cab home, as planned. J returned from Finally Complete Band practice and suggested that would be better for yours truly to stay the night. Did not argue. And J did not take the couch as is normal unboyfriend routine. Instead, fell asleep laughing and talking with J's heavy arm draped across my hip and the sound of rain against bedroom windows. Do so love playing Big Spoon, Little Spoon.
And as Inner Goddess seemed to be happily put on mute by mass quantities of wine, was able to do so without any objections. Fine, fine time.