Recovery

Instead of doing my real job today I'm administering the 8th grade science exam to one of our students. Had I known about this assignment I would have [at the very least] brought my copy of A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court, or my laptop or something. Instead I've spent the better part of my work day picking apart my weekend piece by piece, brutally dissecting every moment of drunken conversation. I wish I could say I kept my cool, but that would be giving myself way too much credit.

My body is aching today because I spent the whole of yesterday throwing up all the booze I'd ingested on Saturday night. I'm sure it was a lovely display of me at my finest, outwardly freaking out because Mr. Miracle was there working and I can't seem to hold it together when he's around.

Let's just say it; epic fail. I'm pretty sure somewhere in our conversation he was trying to get at not knowing if I was looking to date him and informed me that he's incredibly busy right now. I cut him off to say I'm just looking to make new friends, and that I can't date anyone because I'll be gone most of the summer anyways. I'm a liar, even if I'll be in Romania for six weeks. Translation: I'm really busy right now equals I'm not interested in you. So that's that, but apparently he thinks we're already well on our way to friendship and informed me that if he didn't want to talk to me he just wouldn't. I responded with "I'm pretty sure you don't even know my last name, we're not friends yet." I'm thoroughly disgruntled about the whole thing. I'll never be able to watch Miracle again.

Our wonderfully kind and sometimes hilarious bartender/doorman continued to top off my drink for me which resulted in my needing to install my own vomitorium in the house yesterday. I'm sure I made a good impression on everyone. The entire night consisted of awkwardly tense and somewhat hilarious bits of conversation which culminated in Mr. Miracle's best friend telling me he knows we could have fun together.  I'm not even sure I'm supposed to know what that means. Things could get sticky real fast.

I've come to one conclusion during all this reflection; while I'm gone in Europe (which I'm not complaining about) the rest of my friends, new and old, will be hitting what Nicole Lilia calls their "twenty-something stride". Everyone else is moving out and I feel like I just moved home and finally got settled.