Monday, May 4, 2009
Saturday night I found myself leaving a theater party because Nick and I didn’t really know anybody there, and because I decided to give Charles in Charge (a friend from Habitat) a call and as it turns out he was having a get-together at his place. We shuffle our way over there; I catch up with some people, Nick makes some friends, we both get sticky notes with our names and descriptions on them from Jose, it’s a good time.
By this point in the night he and I had consumed quite a bit and we collectively decided to slow it down a bit. We’re sitting there on Chuck’s couch talking, occasionally leaning on each other (again, we’d had a lot) when Nick heads upstairs to the bathroom. Around the same time, these two people whom nobody recognizes walk into the apartment and head straight upstairs. Partygoers are confused, and four of us decide to head upstairs to see what’s what.
Since inebriation has this tendency to make people lose focus on what they’re doing, right in front of the stairs a barely-standing Jose pulls me aside and lets stumble out something along the lines of, “so this Nick guy…are you guys like going out or something?” He insisted someone else asked him to ask me, and given that right after I told him that Nick and I weren’t an item he leaned over and whispered something to someone else, I believed him. Two days after the fact I’m not sure what to make of that odd question. The person who asked him to ask doesn’t drink so we can’t blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol, either. I didn’t even know they knew. Maybe they’re just lost in confusion? Crazy ass white people.