....stupid headache....
...dizzy too.
Wait.
How did I get here?
Where are my clothes?
!!!
....What's the last thing I can remember?
Guy from Abandoned Building, talking, drinking, party, dancing and then.....
How did I get home?
.......
................whatever.
And so I went back to sleep and only woke up at 2pm this afternoon.
Yesterday was definitely an awesome night. I can probably blame the Maudite & Fin du Monde beer, along with a few tokes of weed for my lack of memory toward the end, but that doesn't matter. With Guy from the Abandoned Building in town, Xav and I met up with him and his friends to have a good time.
We walked into the friends' apartment at the perfect time too. Shirt off, "my" Guy was by the front of the door changing. Not that it's been long, but he still looks fucking awesome. Perfect chest, abs and arms. Still the same beautiful face and eyes that light up with his smile. He was happy and excited to see us both. Photos just can't capture how good looking he is.
We all made our way to another group of friends' loft. They weren't at their home yet when we arrived, so we waited out on the street. We opened up our beers for some sidewalk drinking and I decided it was time to bring out my condolences gift to Xav. That morning, Xav got in a bike accident. His bike was split in two in a collision with another bike. I don't get how a bike explodes like that, while he didn't get hurt at all, but he was really bummed out because of it. He found the parts, built that bike himself and even named it Jane. RIP Jane.
My gift was half a water bottle filled with Russian vodka. It was a small portion of what I brought back from my summer trip to Russia. Don't kid yourselves: you don't know vodka until you have real Russian vodka. It's smooth, almost no after taste and doesn't cost much. You can even drink 2 full bottles with a friend, pass out in your hostel, wake up in a pile of liquid that you think is your own piss, but then realize you just spilled a gallon of water on yourself when you passed out onto the floor. All without a hangover. It's that good.
The offering brightened Xav's spirits. Everyone enjoyed a sip. The Guy from the Abandoned Building, who I refuse to name otherwise, really liked it. His smile made me swoon some more. We were all happy.
Eventually the second group of friends arrived, opened their door and the party started. Their big open loft got turned into a dance floor. Music was pumping out of some giant speakers. The lights went off and the indoor Christmas lights came on. Everyone had the dance funk in them. The rest of the night was a blast.
Guy from the Abandoned Building ended up disappearing midway through the night. I didn't really notice until much later. My time was split with everyone at the impromptu party, so we didn't get the chance to sit down and talk, just the two of us. I would have liked to be alone with him, talking or ripping off his clothes, but that's fine. He lives in New York. I live in Montreal. We're just friends and I'm Ok with that. Life goes on.
Toward the end of the night, when my memory starts getting fuzzy, some other guy was chatting me up hoping that we'd run into each other again. That made a good night end a little better.
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