On the Replay

A few nights ago, I went to see the Wizard of Oz, the musical. It was surprisingly good, particularly the munchkins who were all (very talented) elementary school kids. The scarecrow, the tin man, and the lion were amazing singers and dancers, and surprisingly, the lady who played Dorothy was the least impressive of the troup.
During intermission, two other girls and I ran across the street to a jazz and supper club where we quickly drank a glass of wine and shared a chocolate crepe before running back into the theatre for the second half. A musical, jazz, wine, and chocolate in the same night? How often does that happen?
I have never gone to a musical before, so I can check that off my life list¹! Now that I’ve seen one, I want to see more, many more!

After the show, I rushed over to an Italian restaurant nearby where SRF was celebrating a belated birthday. I was obviously late for dinner, but they poured me some wine and we had a jolly good time. I arrived just in time to explain to the dinner party why the wines they had ordered didn’t taste good (I had become the resident wine connoisseur to my friends ever since I went on those wine tastings last year). My alcohol tolerance is an embarrassment now², but that hasn’t stopped me from drinking.

We went to The Club³ after dinner⁴, except there was also a fashion show launch party there that night, so it was packed. I ran into a lot of people I hadn’t seen since second-year. Every time I ran into someone that night, they offered to buy me a drink, so two hours in, I had already had five drinks, none of which I paid for. It didn’t help that one of my friends from TheBusinessSchool had bought a private booth and bottle service and was handing me vodka tonics whenever my hand was empty. Free drinks are the worst way to stay sober (if that makes any sense).

Then I ran into YAR. Remember YAR? He is now in TheBusinessSchool, a year below me, and we had had lunch together a few weeks ago. I remembered that I still owed him lunch since I let him pay last time, but in order for it not to be a date, I’d insisted that he let me pay if we went out again. So I offered to buy him a drink when I ran into him, thinking this would absolve me of my obligation to take him out to lunch. Since our date two years ago, I had realized that it probably wasn’t a good idea for us to get involved. Besides, we didn’t leave things off very well last time, since he kissed my friend after taking me out to dinner. I was also under the impression that he currently had a girlfriend. Unfortunately, by the time I bought him a drink, I was far too inebriated for my own good.

Ironically, as a result of my buying him a drink in order to get out of buying him lunch, I ended up sleeping with him.

He asked me for a dance after I bought him the drink, and even though I said no, he ended up convincing me anyway. After a little grind and bump, he held my hand and led me away from the crowd. We talked for a while in my friend’s VIP booth, and he told me he wasn’t seeing anyone. Another friend of mine had mentioned that he got back together with his ex, but it must have been old news, because YAR said they tried the long-distance thing and it didn’t work out⁵.

When I said I wanted to leave, he left with me and we shared a cab together. I told the cab driver we were making two stops, but somewhere along the way, it turned into one.
How did this happen? I swear I’m not some sort of slut, but it’s hard to convince even myself sometimes.

I ended up sleeping over at his place, and of course, nothing happened. At least I still make sure to set expectations straight before entering a guy’s home, drunk or not. All we did was sleep, although I didn’t do much of that because I was throwing up in his bathroom every half hour. Yeah, not fun. After this many nights of partying though, I’m very good at handling myself in the morning, so it’s not as gross as it sounds; I didn’t make a mess. He slept through most of it actually, snoring the whole time. It was kind of hilarious to hear him continue to snore even though I had just climbed over him to get to the bathroom for the umpteenth time. That guy can sleep through anything it seems.

The morning after was not fun, not just because of the hangover, but also because I realized I should not have agreed to sleep over. He is my 学弟, my younger classmate, and I would still be seeing him around. What had I done?
I know he has always liked me, but how much? Was he going to date me seriously? Granted, last time we went out, I didn’t take it seriously either, but that doesn’t mean I won’t notice if he doesn’t call. He knows I’m a catch, and a difficult catch at that, so shouldn’t he have held onto me when I gave him the chance?

Goddammit, I have exams to study for. What the hell am I doing?

1. You have no idea how great it feels to actually be making progress with my life list. I encourage everyone to make one! [↩]
2. Case in point, chugging that glass of wine during intermission made me tipsy for the second half of the play. [↩]
3. It is the official club of TheBusinessSchool because we go every week. [↩]
4. I wasn’t dressed for clubbing, and hadn’t planned to go out originally, but in my tipsy state of mind, I was easy to persuade. [↩]
5. Although, I was recently on his Facebook and she is leaving messages there like nobody’s business. What’s up? [↩]