True love, Friends, and Desperation

I just got home from a great party! My friend, Blaire, through a surprise birthday party for her boyfriend's fortieth. It was awesome! She rented out this private room at a bar in Bethesda, and gathered all his friends and family. She got him there under false pretense. He was really surprised, and the night went on, and debauchery ensued. There was free beer and wine, little burgers (those are so good when you are fairly drunk, I know from experience). I tell you that story so I can tell you this one. I was supposed to have a date on the night in question, but it fell through. Waaa Waaa, blah blah blah. So my roomie had told me about this party, and I was just going to take it easy and do nothing tonight, just chill. But, while I was at rehearsal for Season Six (which was awesome! Very educational, and a lot of fun), Stacey was asking me if I was going to the party. I told her that I would go. You know, it never hurts to schmooze, and in retrospect, I was glad to have been there. And plus, I thought that I might get a chance for some one on one with Stacey. She's a real cool lady. Funny, good looking, great personality, etc. So I get home and tell Shari, my roomie, that I will be going to the party after all. She was sad that my date fell through, but happy I was going to the party. We get to the party and it is rocking! Jon Anthony is there, and so is Mark, Dave, Rory, Ben, and Sean. All people I know through improv. Blaire even had a band there. By band I mean, two guys, but there were terrific (terrific is a far underused word, just like swell). So we are rocking and rolling, loud music, drinks. I am doing my best to chill (you know me and parties, with my eyes, I don't do well in dark places, so I rarely do party in places I don't know). We get a couple hours into this kick ass shindig, and then the power goes out. It was insane! I was standing outside when it happened. (We think a power transformer blew or something, it was super windy). So, we still keep rocking in the dark, which was the coolest. The bar let us stay and party. The band played acoustic pop chocolates, it was all up and up. Then the bar kicked us out, we were there for at least an hour and the power had not come back on, they did the best, but they had to kick us out. Blaire states that the party will now continue at her suite at the Hyatt, by the metro. So I grab my jacket and I head outside, looking for a familiar face to head to the party. But no one is there. Then I hear, "Hey Justin, Justin. It's Topher." I see him in the car with Blaire. They ask me if I need a ride to the Hyatt, and I hop in. We get to the hotel, very snazzy, and we get to partying. Blaire orders room service, and we rock hard. So hard in fact that the security people have to keep telling us to keep it down. So the party winds down and I head for the metro, gained nothing but good times, and some cheek kisses from our lovely hostess. I get to the Metro, and who do I see there, but Stacey and her friend, Kristen. They had left probably half an hour before I did. So I sit with them and talk while waiting for our mutual rides. While talking, Stacey leans over and says, " I'm almost desperate enough to sleep with you." Now, which part of that is the worst, the almost, or the desperate? I laughed and said that was sweet of her to say, and to tell me when she actually was desperate enough. Because I rock worlds! I turn desperation into inspiration, maybe even perspiration (Yay sweaty sex.) It was just weird to have that laid on me. I am a great guy. I am decent looking. I'm hella funny. I have a good job. I live in a nice apartment (finally). That weird thing about it was that I thought I was getting and "interested vibe" from her. Now I know I can be/am oblivious to ladies being interested in me, but sometimes I do figure it out. I guess I was wrong, what else is new? It's cool, I am happy with my friends and my situation, so I shouldn't worry about it. Good things come...... And I know (hope) that it was mostly the booze talking. Alcohol is a social lubricant, and loosens lips, but as some roman dude said, "In Vino Veritas." I have been a victim of such Bacchynalia, had my share of slips, that after I said them, I wish I hadn't. But, life goes on. Nothing cures like a good night's sleep, and then the realization of what you said hitting you the next morning along with your hangover. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Blah blah blah. My mom says I'm special.