Between the launch of the Nantucket Cottage line, the warehouse sale, and the deal with the Indonesian artist, I was swamped on Monday and Tuesday. I didn’t get out of the office until almost midnight both days and obviously passed out as soon as I got home.
On Wednesday, I gave my ad team a long list of tasks to keep them busy and snuck out by 5:30 to meet Kendra for drinks. We went to a place in between both of our jobs and got a pitcher of sangria. It was gone before I even finished recapping my day so we ordered another. And another. After a while, I needed a bathroom break but it was one of those singular bathroom situations so Kendra told me she would meet me outside. Which was honestly kind of offensive because we always go into the bathroom together. But whatever.
Is it just me or do you never realize how drunk you are until you’re alone in a bathroom? I was sitting on the toilet handling my business, giggling like a fucking weirdo. While I was washing my hands I realized that I wanted to see Eric. I hadn’t heard from him all day even though he usually texts me in the morning. I pulled out my phone and called him, but he didn’t answer. Determined, I tried again and he picked up. That’s more like it.
“Hello?” The background sounded loud, like he was in a bar or something.
“Hey E!” I shouted. I had never called him “E” nor had he given me permission to.
“Hi Reese. How are you?” he replied.
“I’m good. I miss you. Wanna hang out?”
“I’m a little bit busy right now. Can we tomorrow?”
Drunk Reese does not like rejection.
“Why? What are you doing?”
“I’m at a bar watching the game with my friends,” he said.
“So your friends are more important than me?”
It sounded like he stepped outside or into the bathroom because the background noise went away.
“I didn’t say that,” Eric said.
“I’ve been busy all week. Don’t you even want to see me?” I cried.
“I do want to see you, Reese, but I’m busy right now.”
“If you really want to see me, come and get me.”
“I can’t right now.”
“So you don’t want to see me. Wow, Eric, I hope your friends are really worth it!”
He let out a deep sigh. “Are you serious right now, Reese?”
“Dead!” I exclaimed.
He paused for a moment before saying, “Where are you?”
I told him and he said he would be there in fifteen minutes. I emerged from the bathroom and Kendra said, “What took so long?”
“I’m leaving,” I announced.
“Um okay. Where are you going?” she asked.
“Eric is coming to get me,” I said, happily.
We still had a quarter pitcher of sangria left so I insisted we finish it before leaving. When we got outside, sure enough Eric was waiting at the curb in his Bentley.
“Do you want a ride home?” I asked Kendra, who had taken the subway to the restaurant.
She said sure so we climbed in.
“Hiiiiii,” I sang. “You remember Kendra, don’t you? She just lives a few minutes away.”
Eric turned to Kendra in the backseat and said hello. I talked nonstop the entire way to Kendra’s while they listened and didn’t say anything. She thanked him for the ride and gave him what looked like a “good luck” look.
“Did you want to come over?” Eric asked as we left Kendra’s apartment. He sounded exasperated.
“Duh!” I said. I insisted he stop at a 7-11 so I could use the restroom again and get some Twizzlers (I don’t even like Twizzlers).
When we got to his condo, I immediately stripped off my dress and wedges and sat on his sectional eating my Twizzlers. Eric turned on the game and sat next to me, but didn’t say anything. I totally planned on going to his place and having wild, raunchy sex, but Drunk Reese passed out.
This morning, I woke up next to Eric in his bed. I felt awful about the stunt I pulled, but I’m not good at apologizing so I just gave him the best blow job of his life instead. He dropped me off at home so I could get ready for work and told me he would be busy but in touch. It irritated me a bit that he was claiming busy when I was actually the one who would be busy. But whatever.