The Gala

The gala was a blast. I got dolled up and went down there determined to meet some cool people. Boy did I! I ended up seated next to a couple in their fifties. I'll call them W and C. She is a nursing professor from another school in the state and he is a lawyer. We hit it off and cut up throughout the whole dinner- totally ignoring all the "Nurses are great, yadda yadda" speeches. Those women could talk all they wanted as long as the waiters kept bringing us more wine. And did they!

Afterwards the three of us went to a bar in the casino and had another drink. While there, I spotted a flock of men who were ALL extremely attractive. I mean, not one wingman in the group. I told W go get them and bring them back to the table so I could see why so many hot men were in one group. (Never challenge a lawyer). He brought them back and thanks to some liquid courage I asked them right away "Why are ALL of you attractive. The ratio isn't right. What's the story?" Get this. They were models! Ha. They were at the casino doing a shoot for billboards and mailers. At least I know I've got good taste. Heh. So we chatted for a little bit (they were a bit dull) and I sent them on their way.

After that W, C, and I played the dollar slots for a little while. We won $200! Granted, they put $100 in- that's still ahead of the game. When you play slots there is a woman who comes around and takes your drink order and comes back with your drink about 10 minutes later so that you will stay at the machine. Let me share a secret with you: Free drinks get you drunk faster. I swear they do!

W and C let me stay in their hotel room since I was in no shape to drive. Don't get all creative with what you think happened. It wasn't that kind of evening, don't you worry. I will say, it was strange walking through the lobby the next morning with bed-head and wearing an evening gown. W and C walked me out and I can only IMAGINE how scandalous it looked. One woman recognized us and you should have seen the quizzical disgust on her face. Priceless. People always assume the worst, don't they?

Twilight Zone.

Tonight was just strange.

After hanging out with the neighbors and the three Frenchmen they had collected, I went to my friend Myke's barbecue. This would have been a totally fine and dandy time, except tonight was 'meet the girlfriend night.' Girlfriend is a wee-bit possessive (do you like how I downplayed that for sarcastic effect?) and Myke was a wee bit oblivious. I told him that she didn't like me and his response was 'We don't have those issues.' Riiiiiiiiiiiiiight. I wasn't very comfortable and so I left.

I came home and partied with the at the neighbor's place. Besides the Frenchmen, there was a Spaniard, a few Americans, Romina from Venezuela, and Robbie- the resident of said apartment. The Frenchies were very nice, hard to understand at times, but nice. I have to admit though, I was proven wrong tonight. I thought the story about French people having serious BO was a myth. It's not. They don't give a f*. Oh, and according to them "'Merican wine is sheet, just plain sheet; not real wine." Fair enough, I guess.

Then the local train-wreck twenty-year-old alcoholic stirred up some drama. She said someone raped her (I doubt it, but can't say for sure). His little group of loser friends showed up to make a point. Train-wreck got all dramatic and hell broke loose. Such crap. I just wanted to enjoy my little beer, hang out and listen to foreign languages, and meet some new people. As the Frenchies would say, "Sheet. Just sheet." Damn juvies.

Oh yeah, don't forget about the cops showing up. That was classic. All the young'ns were running for the bedrooms to hide from the cops while Mr. Bravado decided to go and tell the cops that everything is just fine. You know, there is always that one guy that is sure he can smooth things over. I felt like I was in high school again.

Anyways, I'm off to bed. I just needed to put this in writing so that when I wake up in the morning I'll know it really happened. My life is very quiet and the whole evening was just a little surreal.