need you now

I miss my boo. I miss the outrageous banter, the silly chatter, the stupid jokes, the endless teasing, and the  sweet goodbyes. I miss my friend being the last person I talk to at the end of the day.

I don’t know how to explain our relationship. I wouldn’t know where to start, but it means the world to me.

I don’t know where he went.

I can’t remember how long he’s been gone.

I’m not sure how to get us back.

Ladies and Gentlemen,

We have lots to discuss. October’s been off to a whirl-wind, and I’m pretty sure this is the best month ever. Due to a bit of overconsumption, lack of sleep, and an overall good time had by all I’m still worn out from the past few days, but I’ll leave you a bit of what I’m loving right now:

• I’m. Going. To. KINGS OF LEON!!!!!!!! This Friday!!!!! No amount of !!!!!! can fully express just how excited I am. Jealous? I was too until my friend E (slash new BFF) who I interned with told me that I was coming with her, surprise! Um, she’s the bomb for that.
• This past weekend. It was nothing short of a shit show (football and otherwise), but it was definitely one of the greatest.
• Football, football, and more football. Home games, away games, tailgating, and drunk obnoxious Georgia fans. Nothing like it.
• ROCKtober. I’ll be seeing Dave Barnes, Kings of Leon, and Marc Broussard all this month. I’m trying to see what else I can add to that list.
• Boys, boys, boys.
• Running. I was totally that girl that I hate on Friday night running around campus before going out, but it was too perfect outside to not.
  
• Mi familia. I haven’t seen them in ages and I’ll be seeing them soon.
• Pumpkin and/or Ginger spice lattes
• Cool weather

How much do you love October right now?

the difference

I can’t help but get annoyed when you tell me this is the real thing and that this is different than all the rest.

And I’m sorry that I told you I was almost positive that was an invite—you were being rather forward but hell, I don’t know him. Go for it- go for what you want. Maybe you’ll get it, maybe not. But you won’t know until you try.

I’m happy for you. Happy for all of you—really happy—truly I am, and truly there is a part of me that really means it.

But then there is the cynical part. The part that is rolling her eyes, shrugging her shoulders, and gagging at the next thought of someone’s nauseating excitement. Smiling through gritted teeth because, surprise!, her “one” turned out interested in someone else. Her one turned into her one-hundred, the one at the end of a long list of “not interested, sign here.”

The cynical part that watched a friend date her ex then seek out advice for dating someone else’s ex. The cynical part that laughs off the most recent snub, only to wonder why in the hell it doesn’t feel different.

I can’t feel a difference.

I may or may not have….

posted completely drunk

waved a ridiculous “hello” to the college Basketball team’s badass player who was riding in a VW bug (who doesn’t know me, BTW)

kissed every boy i knew hello AND goodbye

told my friend, a swimmer from UF, that the Olympics made Ryan Lochte a bitch, all the while meaning that Lochte made the olympics HIS bitch

partied at the gay bar with my favorite cousins and favorite gays

called our resident cabbie Omar and told him how much I loved him

talked in the Old Gregg accent for a bit too long

and developed a huge(R) crush on someone.

—–Oh Lord help me.

You Tell Me

How does one go from “Oh, sorry, no I’m not going out tonight” to “Ok I’ll go but I’m not going to drink” to stumbling home drunk at 2 a.m.? Peer pressure, thats how. We went to dinner last night for my friend Jeff’s birthday at On The Border. (I think it started with the margaritas, too. How was I supposed to turn down $3 margs?) So somewhere along the way my roommate N and I decided, “Sure, we’ll meet up downtown, have a drink or two (or five) and hang out for a while.” And somehow I ended up, 2 hours later, karaoke-ing Celine Dion with the birthday boy himself.

I briefly met up with some girls from work, then headed to another bar to meet up with the birthday boy (Who, by the way, had the cutest friend with the most adorable smile… definitely going to look into that one!) again, where we proceeded to drink oh, FIVE bottles of champagne between SIX people in THIRTY minutes (And I wonder why I have a mildly throbbing headache this morning).

We had so much fun, got a free ride home (as opposed to our cabbie, Omar) and I woke up dizzy a few hours ago. Doesn’t get much better than that!