I went out and got extremely hammered on Friday to get over the stresses of last week. Not a very healthy way to get over someone I'm first to admit, but it was a fun night. We started with with after work drinks at The Fox in South Brissie, and ended wandering down the Valley Mall at 6am looking for a cab home.
The majority of the evening was spent (as usual) at The Beat - a lot of people went all out and got dressed up for Halloween. Lots of fake blood and scary contacts for effect. My effort? I ironed a shirt and found matching socks. I put all my energy into to drinking as much scotch as possible during happy hour.
As drunk as I was, I didn't want fall into old habits and act like a total slut on the dance floor. So I was being restrained and not latching onto anyone that happened to touch me. But when I saw a guy I used to work with in the call centre who I always thought was hot, I thought I'd give it a shot. I always knew he was gay, but seeing as I was still firmly in the closet and 30 kilo's heavier back then, I never acted on any urges.
So with a bit of alcohol fueled courage I approached him on the dance floor and said "Hey - you're Mat that used work at TAFE right?"
I got a very non-friendly response "And you are?"
"It's Ben. I was your team leader."
"Oh. You had more hair back then."
Yeah, the only thing that's changed is my hair.
Thanks a lot cunt.