Monday, March 22, 2004
The Afternoon of Living Dangerously begins, innocously enough, when I run into a good friend (who happens to be an old flame) while walking through the +15s around lunchtime last Friday. We decide to head to the Auburn Saloon for lunch. Three and a half hours, eight glasses of wine and a $70 lunch bill later, we emerge. Foolishly, we stumble blindly back to my office so that I can put in a 15-minute drunken cameo appearance. After checking my emails and phone messages to make sure no fires have erupted during my prolonged absence, and after doing some heavy behind-closed-doors groping, petting, bumping, licking, thrusting etc. with my partner in crime, we roll to The Metropolitan Grill where another six glasses of wine are consumed. By the time we make it back to my condo we have been drinking non-stop for seven hours. I have not been this drunk since my early twenties. Inevitably, mad, rushed, desperate, passionate sex ensues. Unprotected sex I might add. I get upset afterward. He leaves. In retrospect, one of the worst afternoons of my adult life. The staggering facts aside that I could've been fired and that I may be pregnant, what's most painful about that reckless/terrifying afternoon is that something may be forever damaged between me and my friend. Remorse, anyone?
posted by Cherine |
10:36 PM
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