If there were juicy details.
Yeah.
BUT, if there's any consolation for me stepping up to home plate, kicking the dust off my year-old
cleats and pointing my bat a la' Babe Ruth... it's that the party was actually a lot of fun and I did give it the ol' college try. But instead of knocking off a legendary homer that was for the ages, I slid like Pete Rose right into first.The atmosphere was perfect. The house was absolutely amazing; much better than I had anticipated. $700 worth of booze. A great view of The City of Angels spread out before us. Leo's party mix and the clamor of our guests were in perfect harmony. The weather was a bit chilly (we were in the hills), but the sporadic heat lamps eliminated that nuisance. And the soft glow of the outdoor pool provided an ambiance out of a movie.
I had shots to calm my jangled nerves. A lot of shots. Mostly whiskey.
The infamous countdown began. I got a kiss from Beth. I don't remember if it was anything to get too excited about or else I'm sure I would have remembered. Right? Memory gets a little fuzzy around here.
Fast forward to 4:00 in the morning. After Chad spent the last hour of the evening trying to herd Beth and I (we were laughing at him the entire time) in the guest bedroom, speaking in a Borat-esque accent, and shoving a crumbled blue Durex condom into my chest pocket... it was time to go home.
Veronica dropped us off at the house. I stripped down to my boxers and hopped into bed. Beth tossed on one of my hoodies from my U-13 soccer days. We shared an awkward "peck", she laid her head on my chest and we passed out.
Having her in Los Angeles for the weekend was a blast. It's comforting to know that I can at least share these weird/borderline couple actions with someone else. I figure that's gotta mean something.
Ahhhhh. 2008. A new year. I have the next 12 months in front of me to do my best to not make an ass out of myself. Here's to possibilities.
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