Best

Last night, my brother had a party for his birthday. We partied until around 2:00AM, and I had a great time, but as I tucked myself into the cold, starched sheets of my parent’s house, I couldn’t help but feel alone. The night was an exact copy of the best night of my life, save one thing—company.

Jacob had a bunch of his friends over, and I got to see a bunch of people I hadn’t seen in a while. We played some games and just sat around talking about whatever. There was even a music battle (which was just me changing the music from T.I. and Lil’ Jon to basically anything else)! It was a pretty great gathering.

As a side note, I find inebriation to be horribly interesting. I basically get to examine my life from a completely different angle, letting myself go on auto-pilot and watching from the back of my mind. One thing I noticed I was doing a lot was comparing my state of intoxication with that of other things.

“Jacob is as drunk as I am.”

“Tony isn’t as drunk as I am.”

“Those cats aren’t drunk at all. I AM GOING TO HUG THEM!”

^_^

Cats totally rock when you’re drunk.

When I turned 21, my brother was determined to get me drunk. I’m not sure why that was a big priority on his list of things to do (I wished he was more determined to give me $500), but it was and he did a great job of it. We did shots, and after an hour, we were both sufficiently smashed. After checking the clock, we realized two things: 1) It was only 8:00PM, and 2) We’re horrible drunks. Regardless, we had some good music playing and generally had a good time.

The party mainly consisted of me and Ashley, Jacob and Samantha, Judy and Bryan, and Evan. As the night drew on, we all had a great time. I used the back of a papasan chair as a shell and acted like a turtle, hopped on WOW and rode my new mount from Orgrimmar to Shadowprey Village (about a 20 minute trek), and wound up falling asleep tangled up in a cute, drunk Ashley.

This is where the “best night of my life” title comes in. Around 10:00AM, Ashley and I woke up together, still wrapped so tightly in each other’s arms that I’m sure we never let go all night long. We were still drunk, so we just kissed and went back to bed.

Beautiful.

So, as I got in bed last night, I couldn’t help but let my thoughts drift a few hundred miles south to Ashley, hoping and praying that she wasn’t spreading her legs for that guy she met thrice and decided to “be exclusive” with as soon she dumped me. I got sick (like I always do whenever I think about her and that guy).

Around 10:00AM, I woke up alone, save for my cat, Simon, curled up on my feet. I’m sure he didn’t know it, but the fact that he wanted to share my company was enough to push the status of the night to “second-best night of my life.”