black and white makes strange grey

so. friend/old coworker's birthday party last night. black and white theme. very cool, by the way, to see everyone dressed up in said theme. visually effective. not really drinking much because i have to open today at 5:30 am and i'm planning on turning into a pumpkin at around midnight. then people decide to be fun and have our token boy make buttery nipples to intersperse with random acts of vodka. consequently, by the time i was planning on leaving, driving is not among my range of suggested activities -- so i go with two girls from work to one of their friend's houses, thinking i'll be back to get my car and a nap around three or four. riiiiiight.

it's introductions and people throwing playing cards at each other for a while, until someone else stumbles in and announces that the powow is going on next door. yep, powow. full-out chanting in the neighbor's living room which we, arriving late-ish and with no context, completely fail to properly appreciate; but at least it's interesting for a while. when we get back, we have collected several other people who it turns out were also at the original party, so (drunken logic) it all kind of works even though we have no clue who they are. two of them leave fairly quickly, but the third decides -- for reasons unfathomable* -- to attach himself to me. my attitude towards such situations tends to be that a) i have no space bubble and so don't really care and b) if they piss me off, i'll just hit them and/or insult them until they go away. but since i tend to be a randomly cuddly person (don't ask me how this fits with the rest of my personality, i don't know) and a cuddlier drunk, my unconscious reactions are probably more encouraging than i either intend or realize. the phrase "oh, shit, he probably thought that was flirtatious" runs belatedly through my mind much more often than i'd like sometimes. result: random person whose name i didn't really bother to try and learn spends the next three or four hours playing with my hair and being generally flirty, which would occasionally surface to my attention. dunno what the crap he thought he was accomplishing, as he sure as hell ended up with nothing (which you'd think one might guess at as i spent most of the time talking to anyone but him; but what do i know?). i suppose i should find it encouraging that this one was a mere 2 years older than me rather than the more usual 20?

anyways, i got everyone rounded up to get me back to my car a good five minutes later than i needed to and amazingly managed to not really speed to my house and back to work (a block and a half from where my car sat all night) a mere 30 seconds before i would have been late. i haven't slept in thirtysome hours and decidedly had a random recurrence of drunken-quality mental function (extreme dehydration?) around 7:30 this morning; good thing it was a very slow day. so that was an interesting little adventure, as far as my life goes, and now that i have sized it for me... uh... yeah, i'm falling asleep while i type. good night.



* okay, and maybe tirls