On Friday something miraculous happened: everyone was able to meet after work for dinner and drinks. Brady texted me around one saying that he would be getting off early and I decided that since it was Friday, I would too. I suggested we grab something to eat before we retired for the evening and then extended the invite to Kendra because she asked what my evening plans were. I went home and changed then Brady picked me up so we could go to the restaurant.
Kendra and John met us there then Brady informed me that Carly and Chris were on their way. Joy. Preston also came with Nicole and their new friend, Lexi who I actually love. Such a good turn out!
I ordered a grande margarita and a turkey burger with avocado. We all talked about work and life and Carly and I successfully ignored each other without making it awkward. I found out that she and Chris actually are moving to Philadelphia together at the end of the month. Like it’s a for sure thing. That’s so fucking soon. Can you believe that? After we finished our food, we stayed and had a couple more drinks before calling it an evening.
The drinks must have been pretty strong because I don’t even remember leaving and going back to Brady’s. But I suggested we go out. He’d said that his friend Jacob and his girlfriend wanted to meet up so I was like, “Yesss! Tell them we’ll meet them at the bar!”
I changed into jeans, a tank top and heels and swiped on some hot pink lipstick and eyeliner. I’m always pretty impressed with how well I put on makeup while drunk (meaning I don’t end up looking like Heath Ledger as the Joker). We walked to a bar near Brady’s house where Jacob and Stacey were already waiting. As soon as we got inside, Brady went to the bar and I went to find his/our friends.
Stacey ended up seeing me first and called me over to the table they were sitting at. I was like so happy to see them apparently. I squealed and pulled them into a group hug and they probably thought I was insane.
“So how are y’all? It’s been so long!” I said.
Stacey started telling me what they’ve been up to and I nodded and pretended to be really into it. I have absolutely no idea what she said. Brady came back with drinks for us and we sat down talking until I suggested we go upstairs where there were more people and booths to sit in. We got upstairs and hung out by the balcony overlooking the lower floor. I got bored doing that so I turned around and found two guys sitting at a table drinking beer. I started talking to them and one of them asked what I do.
I began a long monologue about my job and what my daily tasks are and then opened the floor up for questions. One of them wanted to know about the team I work with and what my school background is so I explained everything to him. He complimented me on my passion for my work and I beamed.
Then he said, “Are you on Molly?”
Like excuse me? You can’t just ask a woman that. And why would he think I was on Molly just because I was drunk and passionate about my job? I rolled my eyes at him and went to find my boyfriend.
They were still standing at the balcony drinking beer, but there were two blonde girls talking to Brady.
“Hiiiii. I’m Reese!” I said to them.
One of them legit rolled her eyes at me, but they told me their names.
“So how do you guys know each other?” I asked.
Brady kind of laughed. “We actually just met.”
“Ohhhh,” I said.
They were all silent and just looked at each other and I was about to say, “You can continue talking. Just pretend I’m not here,” but the girls said they were leaving.
“Aww, did I scare your new friends away?” I said, pretending I wasn’t satisfied.
I got bored again so I walked around and this guy grabbed my arm. He was my height and looked Hispanic and he was kind of pudgy, but he was just so sweet looking.
“Hola!” I said, stopping.
He began saying something to me in Spanish and I nodded. He stopped talking and looked at me expectantly so I assumed he must have asked a question.
“Me no español,” I said, pointing to myself.
“I’m from Barcelona. No speak English good,” he told me.
“Oh my gosh! I’m going there soon!” I told him even though I’m not.
“Yes?” his face lit up. “You, me?”
“No, I’m going to visit soon. Not with you.”
He looked confused. “Visit?”
“Yes, visit. I’m going on vacation. On holiday. What places should I check out?”
He shook his head. “No, I no speak English. K?”
Then I remembered that Brady speaks Spanish and grabbed my friend so Brady could translate. I found them in the same spot and said, “Hey boo! I found our tour guide for Barcelona. This is-” I realized I didn’t know his name so I said to to my new friend, “Como te llamas?”
He said, “Tony.”
“Babe, this is my friend Tony and he doesn’t speak English very well. Can you translate a few things for us?” I said.
Brady laughed and said sure. I hugged him. He said something to Tony in Spanish and they talked for a moment before Brady turned to me and said, “He thinks you’re very beautiful.”
“Aww, Tooooneee,” I said, blushing. “Tell him I said thanks.”
They said something else and Brady said, “He wants to take you back to Spain with him.”
I watched them talk some more and then Brady shook his head. It seemed like Tony was trying to convince Brady of something, but Brady was not having it.
Finally, Brady said, “Adios. Bye,” and kind of shooed Tony away.
“What did he say?” I wanted to know.
“I’m not telling you.”
“Oh, pleaseeeee. What did he say?!” I begged.
“Forget about it. Do you want a drink?” Brady said and wouldn’t let me bring it up again. Blah.
We took a cab to another bar/club. It was the same bar I ran into Kyle at when I went out with my old coworker Leah. And guess what? We ran into Kyle there again.
The actual bar was packed and I was walking around looking for an opening so we could order drinks. I thought I spotted Kyle right in front of me, but I couldn’t tell. Then he turned around and saw me and made a face like, “Haha, are you fucking serious?”
“Hi Kyle!” I said as he patted me on the shoulder like I’m some sort of child. “Do you remember my boyfriend, Brady?”
“Yeah, of course. What’s up, man?” Kyle said. I watched happily as they shook hands and said hi.
“Kyle, why are you always here? Do you live here?” I teased.
“I’m only here as much as you are, sweetheart,” he said and I sensed that he didn’t want to joke around with me.
“K, well bye Kyle!” I said dismissing him.
He said goodbye and leaned down and kissed me on the cheek. Brady and I got another drink and hung out until I got tired and felt like I might vomit. We walked outside to get a cab then I spotted a late night diner that was still open and I insisted we go in. I ordered two hot dogs, fries and a Diet Coke and Brady just got a fucking grilled cheese. I rolled my eyes and told him he could have some of my food since he wanted to be all modest. But of course, I was finished eating in approximately two minutes.
On Saturday morning, I felt like shit and slept on and off until around two. Luke texted me inviting me to lunch so I got up and ready to meet him. Brady and I were going to a charity event at a rooftop later on in the evening so I needed to go home and get ready anyway. After I ate with Luke, I went home and changed into a romper and heels. I told Brady I would swing by and pick him up then drive us to the event.
“I can’t believe you won’t tell me what my friend Tony said about me,” I said as we were on our way.
“You don’t want to know,” Brady said.
“Was it bad?”
“Don’t worry about it. You won’t ever even see this guy again.” Brady patted my knee.
I was going to protest and tell him that was even more reason to tell me, but I realized that I was about to miss our exit. I glanced behind me to make sure the lanes were clear and they were (or so I thought) so I sped across three lanes to get to my exit. This freaking Prius came out of nowhere and I had to slam on my brakes and swerve so we all wouldn’t die.
“Reese, what the fuck are you doing?” Brady shouted.
“What? That car came out of nowhere!” I whined.
“Did you even look before you got over? You almost killed us!” he continued.
“Yes I looked. I know how to drive,” I said defensively.
We were silent for the next few minutes until I started giggling. Brady glanced at me and then I just couldn’t stop. I hate when that happens.
I told myself I would only have two drinks, but our tickets included an open bar so I couldn’t let that go to waste. I met a ton of people including this girl who has a successful fashion blog so I gave her my most fashionable friend, Preston’s, phone number just in case they want to be fashionable together.
By the time we left, I was really drunk and happy and smiley. In the elevator on our way down to valet, Brady said, “So you drove us here in your car, parked it with valet, and now you’re too drunk to drive home. What are you going to do?”
I giggled. “I’m totally not too drunk to drive.”
“Yes, you are.”
“Oh my gosh, do you want to drive?” I asked, rolling my eyes.
Brady said, “Yes.”
“Okay, thanks boo,” I said, hugging him. I think even if I wasn’t drunk, Brady would have insisted on driving home since I almost killed us before.
We got back to Brady’s house and I passed out in his bed with all my clothes and makeup on. When I woke up, I was still drunk and got on Instagram and Snapchat for a little while. Then I heard talking so I got up and went to find out who it was. Brady and Chris were hanging out in the kitchen.
“Hey guys!” I greeted them. “Where’s the pizza?”
“What pizza?” Brady asked.
“You know I always want pizza when I wake up. Pepperoni please? Hi Chris! I can’t believe you’re moving!” I said.
“Yep. I’m pretty excited about it,” Chris said.
“We should have a going away party. Oh my gosh, it’ll be so fun! We’ll get a cake!” I exclaimed.
“Okay, I’m down with that,” Chris agreed.
So now I have to plan a really fun going away party for them. I’m mostly excited for cake. The pizza came and I proceeded to eat half of it and let the guys have the other half. After I was finished pigging out, Brady said, “I don’t understand where all that food goes.”
“Are you calling me fat?” I asked.
“No, I’m saying you’re not fat. It’s impressive that you can eat like that and still stay in shape.”
I smiled and took his compliment. Sometimes I get into these health kicks where I’ll only eat kale, avocado and dark chocolate, but these past few months I’ve just been eating literally everything in sight. But luckily I’ve found a workout routine so I don’t feel so bad about it.
On Sunday, Brady woke me up early so we could go for a run.
“Ew, it’s like seven,” I said, glancing at my phone with one eye open.
“I know, but we need to go before it starts raining,” Brady explained.
I was about to protest and throw a tantrum until I remembered that I’m trying to be better about that so I rolled out of bed without a fight. After our two and half mile run, I showered then slept until like one. I woke up thinking about food, obviously. Brady wasn’t in the room so I texted him, “Waffles and fruit please.” He showed up ten minutes later with waffles and fruit. He’s perfect. ❤