Didn't see that one Coming.

Man. I have to say last night was pretty epic. It was mostly hilarious, somewhat awesome, and just that wee bit embarrassing (if you get trashed, you've got to do things that will make you blush the morning after).

To start of with, I had been drinking Red Snappers since noon (A Red Snapper is a modified Bloody Mary made with gin instead of vodka and Clamato juice, instead of tomato juice) , under Tom's benign influence. We'd just been hanging around all day with this random couch surfer drinking the equivalent of our recommended daily intake of fruit and veg in an alcoholic beverage and doing fuck all, really. So I was already slightly drunk even before the party started. Which is the only way to be, surely.

At around 7, MGM called to ask if I was ready to be escorted to Dr. Dre's dinner, so I made an attempt to sober up a little, stuffed myself into a corset dress, and got my ass moving. When we got out of the cab, there were all these white people standing around at the beginning of the street waving to him. When we got closer, they started laughing and I swear I heard them say, "Sorry, we thought you looked like Günter Grass." I thought it was a bit weird, but I was concentrating too hard on trying not to break my ankles while walking on the cobblestones, so I didn't say anything. I only found out later that they actually said, "Sorry, we thought you were our friend." Now how the heck did the two get confused, I have no idea.

It doesn't beat the time I thought this guy whom I had somehow landed up in bed with, when I asked him what languages he spoke, heard him reply, "English, and Arithmetic." What he actually said was, "English, and that's it really." (Yes, he was a total geek) Funnily enough the people yesterday were Aussies, and the guy was from NZ, so I think my brain just has a way of fucking up accents from down under. I can only understand Phil because I get him to repeat everything he says at least once.    

The dinner was alright. I was trying very hard to control myself around MGM, because I'd discovered in the last couple of weeks I actually liked him. As in. You know. Differently. Everything was rolling along normally, and then one day, it hit me. I was thinking about some of the crazy shit we did, and laughing silently about it when out of nowhere I realized, "Oh my god! You're thinking about him in that light." I felt a little freaked out by the sudden realization but thought it was quite cool anyway. I put the though aside and didn't think much of it until last night.

Everyone got increasingly very drunk over the course of dinner (there was no corkage fee at the restaurant) and the party got taken to BluJazz an hour past mid-night. By the time we got to our third drink, the urge I had to kiss him was getting just that little bit too overwhelming. Eventually, I reached the zone of "what the fuck" and when he turned around to say something to me, I leaned in and kissed him. I swear, it was the most amount of nerve I ever had to rack up to kiss someone in a damn long time. Oh man, for the first few moments I was just relieved he reciprocated. At the risk of sounding cheesy, I was genuinely thrilled when he did.

Anyway, the funny thing was there were a couple of people at the bar that had been assuming we'd hooked up a long time ago, when there I was freaking out over the possibility of being spurned for a kiss.

The party started to die down a little, and we went back to his place. We were pretty damn drunk, and I tried to jump him (the one thing I was telling myself repeated not to do!), but everything got really, really confusing and the next thing I knew I was coming-to on his couch in my underpants, the lights were all on and he was asleep in his room. The first thought I had was, "Oh shit. That was lame. Did I pass out while I was on top of him? What the fuck? Oh my god, I'm so embarrassed."

It's all cool though. I don't know what to make of it, but who cares about that. He was really sweet about it (he is always, actually) and we had a short chat about it in the afternoon while broiling on his roof, and he pointed out that it was something just waiting to happen, so it wasn't a huge surprise that it did. Only he didn't imagine it would have been last night.