I feel so, so, SO bad... It was my friend's birthday last Saturday and I didn't make it to her party... Details to follow as to why. She was supposed to have a house party at first and then go to the club, which I am guessing she did... and I wasn't there. I did call her and I really hope she will forgive and understand. If only I didn't go out the night before and didn't have to spend all Saturday in bed because I was so spent. I mean, I do not regret I went out Friday, but it's just turned out to be impolite not to show up for her birthday. Oh well, I am keeping my fingers crossed. I texted her from work the other day apologizing that I couldn't make it and asking how it went. Her response? "It was fun, but I missed you" - the last drop to make me feel like shit. I've been kicking myself ever since. It's nice to vent though.
Now, the reason I didn't make it to the party is old as world - I was recovering from another party. Last week my friend called me suggesting we get together but stay in rather than going out on the town. Since I have been out to DC pretty much every weekend since ... can't even remember when... I agreed. We got some wine and it was supposed to be a slow and relaxed night. Except we got too much wine. Three bottles to be exact. And we finished it up in about two hours. No wonder it hit us pretty fast and hard. And what is a better thing to do when you are drunk home on a Friday night than to watch some porn! Have you ever tried watching porn when someone else was in a room and it wasn't your boyfriend? Well, I have now... Actually I've watched it before, but that was more of a joke than a real deal and a whole different story anyway. All we managed to do was giggle for the most part of the movie and commenting on guys' performances and comparing it to real people. Actually, commenting and comparing overshadowed the laughter. I learned so much stuff about other people, people I actually know... now I am thinking maybe I know a bit too much. Just blame the wine. I don't know about my friend, but I haven't finished the movie and just passed out in bed... this huge, unbelievably comfortable king-size bed with the most luxurious and soft sheets... or maybe I was just drunk and didn't know any better. But I think it was one of the best night-sleeps that I got in a long time. When I woke up the next morning, everyone was gone though, which was kind of weird since it wasn't even noon. When I finally reached my friend (actually they reached me), I found out that everyone has left for work without telling me anything or even bothering to wake me up. It worked out just fine for me because I don't think I would have been very happy if someone tried to wake me up at 8 am if I went to bed around four.
So aside from me missing my friend's birthday the following day, my weekend was awesome. I slept for the most part Saturday since I was so tired after the work week and Friday night. Well, I might have wrecked a relationship with my friend, but at least I got my beauty sleep. Nice trade-off, huh?
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