When I first decided to have more fun in my life about a week ago, I did not honestly expect to have so many opportunities. It's entirely possible these same opportunities were around before, and I just couldn't see them. I have a feeling that my eyes haven't been open.
I've been walking blind for about six months!
But then, there's part of me that feels like it was a gift from another worlds, being blind is possibly keeping me alive. I have had so much fun this week, but at what cost? Missed a class Wednesday due to a twenty four hour recovery from Tuesday night, spent a lot of money I don't have on my friend Mary's twenty first birthday dinner and karaoke party, and my night last night could have aired as an episode of Law And Order: Special Victims Unit. The only reason it can't air is because I am still alive, and unraped, thanks to luckiness I really didn't think I had. Mostly thanks to the greatest friends in the world.
Remember the plans with James? We made them for Friday night. He brought two friends and my friend Mike came over. My roommate Lara was also here with us, pre-gaming for the night ahead. We were going to go to the Knitting Factory downtown to see a band called Zox, but none of us were into it when other plans arose. James got word of a "Times Square apartment party held by a freshman student from his college." I put this in quotes because none of us thought it was real.
We were proved wrong when we walked into a million dollar apartment packed with college students with glow necklaces and bracelets on. The views from the twenty fourth floor were amazing, especially since half of the walls were made up of windows. It was straight out of Gossip Girl, or another one of those television shows with attractive rich kids and crazy parties. We paid $10.oo at the door, and there was an endless supply of alcohol in a makeshift bar that was the kitchen of the apartment.
My head is just spinning as I think about it, and try to make this party sound as amazing as it was. I'm not sure that is possible.
I'm going to try to put the rest in a nutshell. Mike got too drunk, and for some unknown reason left without me. I caught up with him, and started heading back. Before getting on the subway at Port Authority, we stopping in the bathrooms. This is where it gets bad. Mike never came out. He also was holding my cell phone for me. I was drunk, in a halter top and heels, by myself with no way to call anyone.
I've never felt so alone and vulnerable in my life. People looking at me like I was a drunk prostitute, being completely disoriented, worrying about my lost friend, and coming up with a plan for myself.
Trying to hold in how hysterical I felt, I headed back to the party for my coat and my other friends. We got my coat and a cab with me still very shaken up. After getting back safely my roommate Lara took care of me and called Mike. He was almost back to my apartment, but couldn't tell us exactly what had happened, he only mentioned almost getting mugged and a nice couple helping him get home on the subway.
I'm still drunk. It is now almost twelve in the afternoon, and I woke up wide awake at nine. I feel so dizzy. I will finish this later, but not without saying
I have the greatest friends in the world and would not be alive without them.
I have never been able to say that before, but I officially can. The biggest thank you in the world goes out to James, his two friends, and Lara. Mike, thank you too for having the sense to come back to my apartment after what had happened.
I don't think I'm the girl for him, but Mike is definitely "my Brandy Alexander, always gets me into trouble," and I'm his. This song always makes me think of him.
Brandy Alexander, by Fiest
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