to make a first impression...
well... last night was interesting and fun... from what i remember...
the boy invited me to a halloween party at his friend's house... good folks... first time meeting any of his buddies...
i was dressed as a ScareHo... photos will be posted tomorrow - although none from the party because for some reason the camera was fogged up and only took blurry images there... unless the boy's vampire costume was real and he couldn't be photographed...
i didn't eat much... we got to the place about quarter to 6-ish... i had a small plate of food (including the macaroni salad i made... boy said he liked it... yay!)
anyway... a few beers into the evening and out come the jello shots... strong jello shots... i think i had 4 or 5... then i had something called Roadhouse Tea... which was good, really good... but sort of the equivalent of liquid crack.
there were fireworks there and i was trying to get some dirt on the boy, but all i got was "he's the best guy", "he's the greatest" and "you won't find a nicer guy"
after 8 or so dates, i believe them... he is a swell egg...
but i digress... i am supposed to be writing about what a lightweight i am...
by 9 o'clock i was getting sick in the portapotty... i am not proud of this. somewhere between 9 and 10 i was sitting in boy's car leaning out getting ill... then getting out of the car and then sitting in another car leaning out getting ill...
poor pathetic scareho... we've got a scarecrow down, boys!
maybe he could just tell his friends that i am bulemic...
i could have sworn that it was 2am at that point... but boy tells me this morning, "no, we were back here [his place] and you were passed out by 10"
sitting here shaking my head in a serious fit of mortification...
3 hours. i lasted 3 hours.
awful. but i did have a great time up until the point when i went into the johnny on the spot and looked down... that's what spurred the entire downward spiral on.
nice first impression i made, huh?
and i haven't been able to stop apologizing to the boy - in fact, i think i've apologized to him for apologizing so much... he being the "great guy" has only laughed at me and told me to stop apologizing... which is good... of course, hopefully in the back of his head he's not saying "eh, lovely, this broad can't handle 6 beers and 5 jello shots in 3 hours without yakking... gotta cut this one loose"... or something similar.
*ahem*
on the bright side... i DID lose 5 pounds since last night... damn drunk bulemia weight loss plan - not exactly planning on sticking with this diet.
