On Saturday night, Best Friend held a cocktail party.
It was pretty fabulous.
Even if I did get a little drunk. Okay, a lot drunk.
At one point, the lady I’m crushing on and I ended up in the bathroom at the same time. Best Friend nearly broke down the door trying to get in because ze was afraid we were having sex (we weren’t).
At one point, ze even shouted “Are you guys having pee sex!?” (We’d recently watched this episode of The L Word.)
Later on, my ex showed up. Best Friend then encouraged my crush and I to make out in front of her. Which we did. I’m not typically one for making out in public, but I had about half of a fifth of vodka in me at this point, so there was making out. Oh, was there making out.
And then Mother-Figure Friend yelled at us. And thoughtfully took our drinks out of our hands so we didn’t spill.
It was fantastic.
And so fabulous.
But soooooo awkward.
(Also, for those who don’t know, ze is a gender-neutral pronoun. Best Friend is genderqueer. And totally amazing.)