The Booze Life

Our party last night went pretty well, I guess. Maybe about 15-20 people showed up total. Not a stellar turnout, but worthy enough considering a lot of people were out of town, unable to come for various reasons, or at my friend's competing party. We played some flip cup and drank a lot. There was and still is so much alcohol in our fridge. One of our guests ended up passing out in our bathroom. Brutal. At least no one puked like a couple of people did at the competing party. All in all, a success. I wish the weather would've been warmer. It was chilly yesterday but a lot warmer today. The magnolia trees are in full bloom. There is one in front of my apartment and it smells divine.

I am worried about a couple of my friends. One of them got a concussion from being drunk and doesn't know how she got it. She had to go to the hospital. Another friend gets really sick from drinking. I think she may be allergic. I mean, I drink a lot, but I'm always in control (well, most of the time). I couldn't imagine getting a concussion and not even remembering how it happened. All the more reason to worry about people. I've been thinking about some of my friendships here in Chicago lately. I think I'm really lucky to have such great friends. I've formed friendships with some people to the point where I couldn't imagine my life without them. Some of them want to move far away, which would totally suck. I may squabble with some people once in a while, but my true friends will always be there for me. They'll be rooting for me no matter what. They'll be in my corner no matter how much I mess up. And they'll be consistent about it, too. They'll take an interest in me and my writing. They are all good people. I'm not going to waste my time with people who drag me down or who I don't click with or who refuse to come to my party because "it would be awkward." Sometimes you have to disconnect for a while and then possibly rebuild. Or maybe just let them go. I struggle with this, also.

So, recently a couple of people have asked me if I'm "seeing someone." Yes? No? Maybe, so? That's such a difficult question to answer. What does "seeing" entail? If you're sleeping with someone on a consistent basis, is that "seeing?" If you hang out a lot is that "seeing?" There are so many gray areas when it comes to relationships. Most things remain undefined. As much as I like to define things, sometimes it's best to just let things evolve and see where they go.

I have a feeling this is going to be a busy week. I'm going to a couple of shows, hopefully I'll get that job, I have to call Australia again to interview a band, and maybe everything will be all right.