The first time I ever met Riley was at BEACHWEEK 2008- possibly one of my most fun and definitely one of my most drunken vacation experiences EVER. He and friends of mine are homeboys from way back when and when I first met him, it took me all of three nanoseconds to reduce him to a cultural cliché- I immediately stereotyped him as your typical frat boy who you’d find doing keg stands every Saturday night. But don’t get me wrong, he was fun and charming and wildly inappropriate from the get-go and we loved him for it. And he was probably the only other individual who stood a chance at beating me for Richardface Award ™ (aka- drunk idiot of the night award). While much of beachweek was a blur to me in my drunken intoxicated stupor, nothing happened between us there (at least not that I am currently aware of…right?). I left beachweek with memories of scantily clad dance parties and hungover boating with pictures to prove that have preemptively ruined any political aspirations any of us may have harbored. Although Riley and I parted ways after beachweek as friends who vied to out-do each other in craziness, the next time we encountered each other was somewhat different.
And that next time was just one of those typical Saturday nights for my friends and I. The music was blasting and the rhythm of your heartbeat feels as if the last song played is still running through your veins. I had no clue Riley was even going to be around this night. But when I found him and our other friend loitering aimlessly across the street of my apartment building, a string of excitement tugged at my heart simply because I knew Riley to be someone I could count on to take that 5th lemondrop with me. No questions asked. I knew I was in for a fun night…... I can’t honestly tell you what happened after that last shot that put me over the edge (bitesized…this is where you come in). I do remember in one of my rare moments of clarity after I had un-blacked out for a few seconds, I found myself engaged in a makeout session with this boy at LUCKY BAR (aka- designated bar where all self-respect goes to die). Let me make quick a sidenote here and say that in writing this, I am well aware of the flood of comments this entry will be receiving with a common message along the lines of: “GIRL, you need to put down that shot glass and get yourself into AA ASAP.” In any case, for honesty’s sake, I am going full disclosure and even willing to sacrifice ounces of my dignity. The next thing I know, I open my eyes and everything around me is a little gray and fuzzy. My contacts are suctioned to my eyeballs and my tongue is so dry it’s stuck to the roof of my mouth. And there he is…lying next to me. He wakes up and while I’m sure he was beyond intoxicated last night, I get the impression that he actually remembers most everything unlike yours truly. I make a sad attempt to play off exactly HOW drunk I was last night. It’s not your typical morning after ritual. We hang out and chat and laugh and enjoy each other’s company. He helps me re-construct my apartment after the tornado that are my friends have swept through via pregame. It’s actually fun and most importantly, not awkward in the least bit.
I had a great time with Riley but the possibility of it evolving into anything more never crosses my mind. Soon he takes off for law school and I don’t see much of him. Once again, Riley and I part ways as a pair of crazies who not un-characteristically hooked up with each other one drunk night. The next time I am to see Riley again, he will have entered a relationship that I learn of via the magic of facebook with his college sweetheart. Obviously, I knew that that would mean that him and I would revert back to a platonic pair of crazies vying to out-do each other in craziness. Or so I thought…
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