so beth and allison's 4th annual 22nd birthday party was a hoot and a half. i wore my new capelet and felt very foolish initially, but very stylish 2 appletini's, 1 blue raspberry-tini and a 7&7 later. i'd never had such girly frou-frou drinks before, but it was a special occasion. as a side note, these four drinks were consumed BEFORE we got to the bar, so i was pretty much shit-faced before the party even started. yay me! i won't give you the details of the evening, for i remember few. i remember downing jack-and-ginger after jack-and-ginger at the bar and i remember some random guy grabbing me and kissing me (open-mouthed, dude, gross, i almost punched him in the face like i did that hipster fuck who put his hand up my skirt at the bright eyes show last year), but that's about it.
oh, i do remember having a nice chat with my ex-housemate dan morelli's older brother, tim. now the thing with tim is, yeah, he's cute-ish. kind of roly-poly and all. a little doofy, not the best dresser. oh, and this one time, he puked in my friend jene's bed. that said, this guy tim is like knee-deep in chicks, man. for as long as i've known him, homeboy has had like two girlfriedns at a time and not uggos either, cute, nice girls. i never got it, you know, never quite understood the tim morelli mystique. right. so last night, i'm talking to the guy and within the span of five minutes, he tells me he a) likes my shoes b) likes my purse c) likes my hair and d) thinks i appear 'luminous.'
i was like, oh right. i love you. it's so rare to find a charming young man nowadays, you know? the charm, of course, wears off as soon as he stops talking, so i suppose that's a good thing. i mean, it's practically a weapon.
