Well, it started off nice. I managed to get to Chuck’s birthday thing at this strangely familiar bar; turns out that’s where I went sometime last year with E & She to hear some band.  In Ahwatukee. Waaaaay over there.

Anyway, E gave me half of his burger (good) and the rest of his fries (lousy) and had a couple of Blue Moons and hugged and flirted pointlessly with a lot of my friends.

I’d had my usual argument with myself before going.

OldMe: You know they only invited you because they’re nice and it was a general call, they really don’t want an old bat like you there.

NewMe: Chuck and Amy came to MY birthday party! They like me.

OM: It’s going to be a bunch of young people.

NM: E & She are going and they’re not that much younger than me!

OM: Yeah, but Sheila’s beautiful and Evo is cool.

NM: Fuck you, I’m going.

So later, after dancing and laughing and dancing a bit more and getting a flirt on with someone I kinda knew but not really…

We were standing outside having a smoke and I started feeling odd. I excused myself and beelined it through the bar to the bathroom wondering the whole way what on earth could be making me feel sick. I’d only had two beers! I know I’m a lightweight but shit, I didn’t even have a buzz on!  I’m standing against the wall waiting for an empty stall (and hoping whatever’s coming on will hang on a second) when the next thing I know some annoying voice is asking, “Are you okay?” “Are you okay?” “Are you okay?”

Who the fuck is she talking to? I open my eyes to see who she’s yelling at and realize I’m sprawled on the floor and she’s talking to me! Shit! I get up and someone brings me water and I get a cold wet towel and I’m fine. And I’m still not buzzed so the only thing I can think of is I got overheated.

EMBARRASSING!

Screwed up the rest of my whole night. Could have been a done deal but I couldn’t get my flirt up after that, though the gentleman kept trying. Hope he tries again sometime. SOON.