Woah now.
I just noticed the other head peeking over his shoulder.
Making this kind of, you know, oh, officially everything.
Notre jour viendra
Wow
alcohol
heading out tonight as I have essentially just finished my undergrad.
Craftsmate makes me green drinks
called ivysaurs because he thinks he is hilarious.
See you all tomorrow morning. Or more realistically tomorrow afternoon.
Just another photo that reminds me of the birthday boy.
Just had a lovely meal with my mother to celebrate the semester and being halfway done with applying to grad school.
But.
Wine + Tumblr = ?
Just thought I’d share this with you all. Because, gosh, I don’t know, it’s somehow relevant.
Essentially, later on that day, as my friends and I were driving around hungover and looking for brunch, I explained to SG where my liquor confidence had come from. Mostly, a lot of liquid. But, also the addition of a new liquid (solid? soquid? I used to know this. Oh, solutions.) to my repertoire.
Which led to this exchange.
All the while, my friend was blasting “No Church in the Wild” and those certain lyrics were coursing through the car as we texted like this. I’ve always felt that song was somehow, a little bit, off. And, yet, in that moment, even if it was cheesily and stupidly appropriate, the song seemed to be right on track.
Drunk Ivy is silly. She’s an interesting dancer, she often starts rapping and she has a pretty unusual sense of humor. She gives a lot of hugs. She sometimes gets a little too introspective if left to stew for too long. She can be very convincingly sober if a situation arises.
And she always, always speaks her mind.
I went out with a bunch of friends last night for a friend’s 21st birthday. By the time the night was winding down, we wound up sitting around in a pub, resting our feet, giggling and catching up. Right around last call, SG started texting me.
While Drunk Ivy is a very talented texter, she was a little more open to his conversation and what eventually turned into flirtation. At one point, the Southern Gentleman said, “I can’t wait to have you again.”
Normally, I would have been silly and brushed it off. He’s been pretending what happened didn’t happen, avoiding conversation around it, and I have followed his lead. I’ve quietly resented him for it the whole way. And, at first, the response was a little coy quip of “if I allow you.”
He was cocky. I suppose he thought I had moved on. And so he assured me that I definitely would because he knew my body and detailed this in a pretty naughty text that perhaps, under other circumstances, would have made me blush.
But, Drunk Ivy took matters into her own hands and replied: “You will never, ever have me again after what you did.” With that, now back at her friend’s apartment, she fell asleep, totally unashamed.
And, this morning, Hungover Ivy got the apology that she deserved.
Sometime while I was out last night, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I assumed it was a text, but it vibrated again. It took my phone out. Blue was calling.
“What do you think this is about?” I showed my phone to our mutual friend.
He laughed, “probably a drunk dial. Take it. It could be funny.”
I answered my phone and Blue asked right away, “where are you right now?” I named off the place. “Great, great, I’ll be there in five minutes, don’t move.” He hung up. I gave my friend a knowing look and we started laughing.
“I think I’m being booty called,” I shook my head and put my phone away.
Blue came in a few minutes later and made a beeline to us. He was quick to get me over to the couch and start trying to talk me up. I was sober, amused. His breath was hot on my collarbone and his hands were gentle but intentioned, “I don’t know, I don’t get attracted to girls like I get attracted to you. It’s your confidence, your sexuality, the way you look, that damn freckle…”
It’s hard to pick out the sincerity from the alcohol and the ambition sometimes. It felt nice to hear him say those things and I wouldn’t be crushed if he were just saying them to get some, but come on. And then there was his hand, at my throat.
“What are you doing?”
Blue chuckled, “you told me you liked this.”
“Not in the front of the children,” I gestured to my friends and got up. A few minutes later, he was off talking up some guy.
I have no problem with the fact that I didn’t get any last night. And Blue later apologized for his incredibly drunken behavior.
But I wish things weren’t so blasé sometimes.