This Fish Needs A Bicycle

being around you makes me horny

or, J's house party

It had been almost a year since I spent any time with the old gang.

gang n. Informal. A group of people who associate regularly on a social basis: The whole gang from the office went to a clambake. And in this case, J's friends, roommates (and respective girlfriends) who, for a substantial amount of time, were my confidantes, co-conspirators and Trivial Pursuit team partners.

Arriving late to the party (with the Original Big City Galpal in tow), was like walking into a big hug, what with all the "my god, it's so great to see you"s and the "girl, I've missed you"s. I mean, any entrance you make that erupts in a handful of people telling you how great you look is pretty phenomenal.

After all the build-up (I can't wait for you to meet Tricia!) and though I saw her among the other guests, I was never introduced to J's new girlfriend. Hmmm. Riddle me that. Maybe it was the quarter keg that J had already consumed. Who knows.

I couldn't have been less concerned.

Sometime after midnight, the second living room turned into a dance floor. J's ex-roommate W and I tore it up. W and I had always been very fond of each other. He spent hours teaching me the finer points to Grand Theft Auto IV: Vice City, and probably just as many consoling me when J was on his not-so-best behavior. Between he and B, they seemed to make up for the zillion ways in which I felt completely under-appreciated by their roommate. In short, I adore him.

At last night's party, after his girlfriend had departed and the drink had made him especially candid, W made my night. Though I am not quite sure how she interpreted his candor, she must have found it amusing, because it was Big City Galpal who decided that today's post should be titled as it is. W was in hilarious form and I had a tremendous night dancing and being silly.

W: H, being around you makes me horny.
H: HA! Rarrr. Thanks!
W: (to GalPal) Isn't she sexy?
GP: I've always thought so.
W: Um, H... your tummy is showing.
H: Yeah, I know. It's gotten a bit bigger since you saw me last.
W: I think it's beeeee-yutiful.
H: W, I think you're beautiful.

We promised to email and have drinks soon, hugged and kissed good-bye. It's never going to be like old times, but after seeing J drunk and disorderly at his party, I am ever-so-glad that's the case.

Posted by This Fish at January 11, 2004 05:05 PM