I went to the party....

OK - what a weekend this has been. Friday night after a fitful nap K&C came over for a cocktail and the three of us headed out to the animator's party. I had no idea what to expect, but I knew it was going to be outside and big. It was. The whole place was filled with nerdy hipsters who looked like they didn't get out much and their girlfriends. There was an open bar, but only one so the line was tremendous...kept me from making a total ass out of myself - believe me the potential for disaster was very high at this party. First of all it was pstz's party so he was definitely there - I knew that cracky#1 was going to be there and #2 told me that she invited her boy toy which meant that photog boy would be there as well. I didn't see any of the cast or crew for the first two hours or so that we were at the party. Out of the corner of my eye -I saw an elf(pstz) with dimples in a red shirt come walking towards us - I turn back to my friends and pretend to listen, testing to see if he is going to stop and talk to me or just walk on by...I feel him next to me - he is standing there - waiting for me to turn and notice him. I've given him enough time so I turn to my left and give a surprise smile and hello. Kiss kiss how are you? Very drunk - making sure the djs are all going on as scheduled - very cool blah blah then the first thing he asks me is if I had heard from #2 yet. Geez this guy doesnt get it. More small talk and he takes off.

So we go upstairs because I want to show my friends the confernce room with the secret doorway and pstz told me where the buttons are so I can really impress them...well when we get up there - there are tons of people clambaking...I walk right in and say - don't mind me I'm just looking for the secret button...and then they started screaming at each other about Hezbollah and Israel and it was really intense and I felt like an asshole only caring about secret buttons and not middle east peace possibilities - plus I didn't want to hear what could have been anti-zionist slander coming from this drunken-stoned jerk who just wanted to hear himself talk so I ran out of there without closing the door - it was for the best. 7 angry, stoned people do not need a stranger to come into a room and push a button to have the door close on them! Talk about paranoia.

We went back down and outside to the party and stayed in the same place for a while - maybe even checked out the freaky djs with their 45 cent Kmart cowboy hats on. Sometime during that period boy toy showed up - he waw cuter and cooler than I remembered and I gave some props in my head to #2 that maybe she knew what she was doing. He kept speaking in 'we's' I found out that meant photog - whom he told me was behind the bar hiding from #1 - who had tried to introduce him to the live-in boyfriend. She is so cruel. He took off and then I made an attempt to go up to the loo to break the seal since it had been a few hours and a few vodka tonics. On our way in this woman all in black was staring at me. I looked again and it was her - cracky #1. I said hello and she was all kinds of pissed off. I said nice hat (she was wearing this awful big black fur thing) She said Nice ha (I was wearing my good luck kick ass cowboy hat) It was a showdown - yin and yang at high noon. "Whatever. I saw you run away from me." What? She thought I had spotted her earlier and was trying to run away. "I texted you and everything - you didn't even text back bitch." I pull out my phone from my giant gold, mary poppins purse and there it is - a little envelope. I show her so she can see that I hadn't opened it yet (although I'm sure she wasn't paying attention) and then I read it: "Whatever" Oh shit - what grade are we in. I tried to convince her that I had just now seen her for the first time and was certainly not running or hiding from her. The she slurred "The wind told me that you aren't happy with me - we need to talk about this" I can't put the rest in quotes because I don't know what the hell she said next - something about us being friends and I should be there for her and then she started to tell me that she was stranded there at the party and what a bad night she was haivng - how in love she was with photog boy and what a horrible sleaze and slut pstz was. Did she actually think I wanted to hear this? All I could say was "I'm going to pee." I left her at the threshold of the studio and I went upstairs to meet K. The studio is a fraternity house and that includes the bathrooms - the stalls were co-ed and I was having an Emory flashback and needed to get out. I could hold it.

We decided it was time to leave - C wanted pancakes. I was tired and the prospect of running into any of those people - especially photog was making me anxious. All the sudden I looked to my left and there was the guy who I went for coffee with over Thanksgiving when my car died. I must have been very distressed that day because when I saw him at the party he looked a lot less cute - maybe because he was standing up (hmmm interesting) now it makes me wonder if he got to the coffee place first on purpose so he could be sitting down already..this guy is good. Anyway he was telling me how wasted he was and then when I said bye - I'm going home with my friends he quickly pitched in..."Hey I have a car here I could drive you home." hmmm tempting. No. In my defense I was inviting him to come with friends - not as my date. See we have been sort of flirting over email - well I thought it was just us being friendly because that is how I feel about him - but to be fair - I am pretty fabulous and it is possible that a man could be into me without me being into him. I guess this sort of thing happens to women all the time huh? So I said an awkward goodbye and we went to the house of pies to do what I hate to do...late night eating. Considering I hadn't eaten dinner this was probably not a bad thing. I am not sure if that would be my late night choice again, but you never know.

I am off to Vegas now for my first ever business trip. I guess I should pack. Where is the love girls...? Make some noise out there and let me know I am not writing this just for me. Na-na