can you not?

I stayed in my apartment literally all day on Thursday because it was cold and Brady worked until almost 10:30 PM. I asked Kendra, Carly and Preston if they wanted to grab drinks but they all claimed it was to cold to do that. So obviously I was the only one who was willing to risk frostbite to drink.

On Friday, I needed to get out of my apartment so I went into the store to work. The cute manager, Leah, was there and I basically took over her office in the stockroom to do my paperwork. I would come out occasionally and watch her work and ask questions about why she was doing things. She was really cool about explaining how the store worked to me. 

In the afternoon, one of the store assistants came for her shift and since the store was pretty slow I got to know them. At first they seemed like they were trying really hard to be professional and stuff in front of me, but then the assistant let, “At least this means Andrew won’t be in our store as often,” slip.

I politely demanded some dirt on Andrew and they let it all out. Apparently Andrew is a complete douchebag to everyone and not just me. Leah said that he once made her cry because he told her that her hard work was not good enough and she should probably be looking for a new job. But Leah also said she knows Andrew’s ex-girlfriend who said he is a womanizer and cheater. I can see it.

At around 3:00 PM I got an email from Andrew saying that he needed me to create an entire Google Doc and he wanted it by the end of the day. Seriously? Couldn’t he have told me sooner before I spent two hours gossiping about him? Ugh. So I had to work on that until 8:30. Leah and the assistant (whose name I forgot) spent the entire evening talking about how they planned on going out and getting drunk with some of the other people who worked there. I hadn’t been out in a while (at least it didn’t feel like it) and I suddenly wanted to hurry and finish my work so I could also go out and get drunk.

Preston and his latest Grindr hookup were the only two people who were down to go out which was kind of annoying. Brady and Carly were working and Kendra just flat out said no. Whatever. We went to a gay club and got really drunk, really fast. Like blackout drunk. I told myself I wouldn’t do that anymore since I’m 25 and an adult now, but you know. Things happen. The only thing I remember is dancing a ton.

I woke up on Saturday morning in Brady’s bed. I had no idea how I even got there. I found my phone tangled up in the sheets and saw that it was 9:30 AM. After a quick peek at my text messages, it appeared that Brady had come to the club to pick me up. And I was such a cunt to him. At around one o’clock he asked if I wanted him to come pick me up. Even though I clearly needed to go home home, I said, “Uh no, if I need you to pick me up I will tell you.”

And then he said, “Okay well I’m kind of tired, but I’ll try to stay up.”

I then told him to leave me alone. Of course at 4:30 AM I apparently called him to pick me up and when he didn’t come fast enough I texted him, “Hurry up or this hot guy is going to take me home.”

Brady replied, “I’m hurrying.”

I flipped through my camera roll to try to see what I’d gotten into the night before. I just found a ton of selfies with Preston and his cute date.

I felt terrible about the way I treated Brady and wanted to wake him up immediately to apologize.

“Hey,” I said, poking him. “Brady, wake up.”

Brady stirred and rolled over then opened one eye to look at me.

“I’m sorry about last night,” I said.

He closed his eyes and pulled me close to him. “Don’t worry about it. It’s not a big deal.”

“Uh, yes it is.” I nudged him. “I was a complete bitch. I can’t believe I got that drunk.”

“It’s fine, Reese,” he sighed. 

“Whatever,” I mumbled, laying back down. I was mad at him for not being mad at me. Is that psychotic? I threatened to go home with another guy and he didn’t think it was a big deal? Cool.

On Saturday night, one of Brady’s friends was having an apartment party so we went. I decided that I wasn’t going to drink and be a hot mess and embarrass Brady which I thought would be easy since he was the only person I would know there. Well it turns out a girl who used to do my hair is best friends with the party host and was at the party. I hadn’t seen her (Heather) in forever. 

After Brady introduced me to a few people, Heather and I caught up over vodka waters. Isn’t it awkward when you cheat on your hairstylist and then see them out? They’re all like, “Wow cute highlights, who did them?” And then you have to make up excuses about why you started going to a new hairstylist.

So I hung out with Heather and gossiped about all the people we know for a while. I ended up getting much more tipsy than I planned on (of course) and mingling with everyone at the party. Everyone was so nice. I was having so much fun that I completely forgot about Brady for a few hours. Oops.

I texted him asking where he was and he told me that he was out on the balcony. After talking to a girl about the cheese plate for ten minutes, I went out to the balcony to find Brady. I found him standing out there with two girls and a guy.

“Hey,” he greeted me nonchalantly. It didn’t take me long to realize they’d been smoking.

“Hey you,” I said. The two girls were actually really pretty, but maybe I really am a changed woman because I didn’t even care about their little cannabis double date. 

“Are you Reese? You’re like, soo pretty,” one of the girls said. And then she started petting my hair. 

“Can you not?” I said as politely as possible. I pulled away slightly so she would get her grubby little hands off me.

Brady continued talking to the guys while the girls asked me a ton of questions like where I’m from, where I went to school, what I do, etc. They were nice enough, but I got sick of the interrogation so I said, “Okay enough with the questions!”

They both just looked at me, kind of scared to proceed. Looking back, I feel like a bitch because they were probably just trying to be nice. I went back inside because Brady was basically ignoring me. When we got back to his place, I sat up in bed and spent way too much money on J. Crew and Anthropologie buying new work clothes. Ugh. I can’t wait for them to get here though.

Brady is working late again tonight which is annoying but I guess I’ll busy myself with work. I’m traveling with Andrew this week so I must prepare!


21 thoughts on “can you not?

  1. Tanya says:

    Mad at him for not being mad at you? Totes acceptable. But seriously, you’re hilarious. And I hope traveling with Andrew isn’t too bad!

  2. lgburton says:

    I feel better knowing I’m not the only person who gets cunty when I’m too drunk. It’s still embarrassing, though.

  3. Great post. I’ve been crazy asshole drink before. It’s not great but it happens. Try not to gossip too much with staff. It will bite you in the ass later on. Keep professional there. i know you can do it!!!

      • Gina says:

        Really though!! Reese is writing this blog and letting us into her life…it’s no place for someone to come in here on their high horse and be judgmental. If you don’t like the way she acts then stop reading her blog.

        I for one absolutely love your blog! Although I don’t agree with everything you do, I appreciate your honesty and openness about yourself. That’s very difficult and I admire that you’re strong enough to put your life out there for strangers to read! Keep up the good work 🙂

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