i'm just getting some practice in

when i tell people that i am going to party my way through london they are invariably jealous as hell. i'm told it's a single person's party city and frankly, i can't wait. but whilst i'm still in melbourne i figure it doesn't hurt to get some practice in:

i am drunker than i remember being in a long time. i stumble my way down stairs and throw up in the bathroom down there. post-chuck, i am way too drunk to walk back upstairs so i crash on the couch and am ready to pass out when someone else (let's call him N) comes downstairs. i vaguely remember flirting with him during the evening and think "why, hel-lo!" the rest of the evening is kinda hazy... he tries to have sex with me... i tell him i need to sleep (i really really do). he tries more. i get up to chuck some more. N laughs at me and tells me he has to go.

the next night there is more drinking. there is some small but secret acknowledgement between N and i of what happened the night before. he is the one that got me so drunk, so i figure he's at least half responsible for me not being up for it and tell him so. we are on the terrace, talking to some random people when he takes a phone call and walks off. he returns in ten minutes with a girl in tow. i am not so much pissed off that he has a girlfriend as pissed off that i have missed my chance with him and am very annoyed that i was too drunk to fuck last night.

i go out to dinner and try to forget about it, although i really am pissed off about it. when i get back N, his gf, and multiple other randoms are still drinking. i don't really feel like repeating my chucking effort of the night before so i announce that i am going to get some sleep and go to bed. N makes me give him a big hug before i go to bed, and i almost feel like it is his way of apologising. or maybe he's just trying to cop a feel.

anyway, ten minutes later i am in my room and i hear a knock on the door. it is N. hel-lo!! i am stoked! he walks in and grins at me. i walk over, shut the door and start taking my clothes off. nothing more needs to be said.

an indeterminable period of time later, we are on the floor, fucking. i hear someone walking down the hall and then his girlfriend's voice calling out "N? N? does anyone know where N is?" with a great effort i manage to refrain from calling back "why yes. yes, i do. his head is between my legs." instead i look at N and say "ermmm.... do you need to go now?"