There's beer spilled down the back of my dress, and the red rose in my hair is beyond wilted. And it's made of silk.
Bare shoulders and the fact that I can swing, fox trot and charleston got me passed from older male coworker to older male coworker all night long. And I didn't mind one bit. This girl simply can't get enough twirling.
VKHU: Is this what you wore to New York?
H: No... it wasn't that sort of party. Why?
VKHU: You look hot.
H: Jay, will you come home with me and live on my coffee table?
After we shut down the reception hall, the younger set hit the dance club and it was time to shake it like a polaroid. My boss got trashed and announced I should be dating the Accountant who, of course, happened to be sitting right there. God, was she drunk.
But then I thought, I think we did that once. And in fact we did. We saw Miss Congeniatlity and both fell asleep. We shared his sweatshirt on the way out to the car, like a Double Stuffed Oreo. But it seems so long ago it possibly could never have happened at all.
After the club, when our feet were burning from dancing, and I smelled of someone else's beer, we piled into the Accountant's car and he took us all home. As it often does with those who've had too much to drink and spent too much time together, the conversation turned to sex.
"God, it's been too long," said Gay Boyfriend.
"Three and a half months," my boss said.
"July 26th," I said. "I think that beats your three and a half months."
"But I live with my boyfriend!"
And she won that game by a long shot. Poor thing.
By way of information: I didn't wear the stilettos. Turns out, they just weren't me. Maybe in black, but I'm just not a red shoe kinda gal. And I also played the sober hand all night. Turns out, drinking can impair your judgment. Who knew? And really, I need all the help I can get.
Posted by This Fish at December 13, 2003 02:20 AM