So... 4 day. Went to a bar. Twice. Got pretty drunk the first night. Danced. There may or may not be pictures. Last night was not NEARLY as fun. Too crowded. One of my boys pre-gamed a little TOO hard before we left. So, him sleeping in the cab. kosher. EXCEPT...when WE get out of the cab, we are walking through the parking lot. HE is dismounting the Stryker the day Bob was shot and killed. So when he SPRINTS inside, we all think he's gonna puke. time passes, we keep going down to check on him and he's mostly passed out. When he finally DOES come back up, he's pale as a ghost and looks terrified. So, there is a lot of talking done, and crisis is averted but it definitely colors the night a different shade.
In other news, I found out that occasionally my body just won't let me get buzzed. ZERO. ZILCH. That started making me mad. To add to the wackiness, at some point during the evening I was told to go dance so my mood would improve.
After sorta making a choice I was informed that the night before while um... what's that word....BLITZED; I had told said dance partner and a few of her friends that I couldn't dance because I was married. ?? Yeah, that was a shock to me too.
I don't have to wear a polo shirt at all. My me-ness will always shoot me down. So I had a good laugh about that, sorta. By this point I just wanted to split. Some Amerikan was causing problems with his German ex, so we had to intervene there and that was not pretty.
By the end of the night, we just wanted a cab and to get outta there. Same German girl we helped of course needed a cab back to her home so we let her ride with us, which ended up being her and one of my friends very nearly making out ON me in the back seat which lessened my mood further. The sounds of that were only slightly less enraging than someone chewing say......I dunno.... raw carrots with their mouth open 2 inches away from my ear. So we got back and hey what do you know, this cab ALSO cannot get on post so we have a 2 mile walk in the rain to top the night off. SWEET. So, I think that may be the last time I go out for a while. A long, long, while.
"Is it still me that makes you sweat? Am I who you think about in bed?
When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress?"
In other news, there was other news, but it's locked in a room right now being water boarded and then will be dissected until I can make sense of it all. I'm somewhere between not being surprised at all with some of the things I've learned and absolutely shocked and horrified. My mind is still in deliberations. Also, I learned that there IS in FACT be a light that never goes out. We'll see about that one too.
"When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch his skin.
I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck
Than any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me
Girl I was it, look past the sweat, a better love deserving of ..."
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