Saturday night my two buddies came to work to have a couple drinks while I finished up. I had been drinking half my shift so I was in the mood to go out and rage. My one friend had an extra Hold Steady ticket at Williamsburg Music Hall but I decided to go to my old roommate's birthday party a couple of blocks from my apartment. She is in the whole bike scene in Brooklyn so every bike messenger dude seemed to be there. She was already bombed by the time I got there and while trying to sit down and talk to her for a second she fell off her bar stool almost taking me with her. I saw the biker version of Elvis Costello and immediately swooned. Somehow we ended up together and we romped around Brooklyn. I guess being wasted I thought Union Pool would be the perfect choice for a, "good hang" but it was over crowded and too much.
I then decided in my drunk mind I NEEDED TO GO DANCING and the perfect choice seemed to be Sugarland - the gay bar in Williamsburg. We waited in line - biker Elvis Costello and I to get in and when the lesbian at the door demanded $5. Now I don't pay door covers and I thought I was being really crafty when I told biker Elvis to, "follow my lead," and I booked it past her and into the club only to be escorted out by the bouncer. Elvis just stood outside confused while all this happened. We ended up going back to my place and fooled around...no we didn't sleep together because the poor chap couldn't get it up but maybe that's a good thing.
Sunday we had coffee at the park by the water and exchanged numbers. I'm so bad with this single shit of who is supposed to text who first. We sent a couple of texts Sunday - me thanking him for coffee, him thanking me for putting up with his drunk ass but I haven't heard anything. I tried chatting with him on facebook but he never responded. I am trying not to wrap my head around it too much. Do I text him? Do I wait for him to text me? FUCK...when did things get so complicated?
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
.jpg)
No comments:
Post a Comment