WHY DOES ALCOHOL MAKE PEOPLE SO STUPID?
No, not him.
This was allllll me.
To be fair, I had spent my morning at a funeral, crying my eyes out about Damian and was NOT in the partying mood but figured I should party on a boat because 1. it was 100 degrees 2. if I went home, I'd just sit there and cry 3. Mia and her boytoy were going 4. I don't wanna ruin the fun for my friends by bailing 5. I wanted to see this boat.
Well, it starts off well. I meet Antonio's ex, a handful of her friends (I assume this because he's never brought these folks out), and Mia & I pop the rose.
Fast forward to heat stroke, no food, way too much rose, and boredom.
Antonio's X comes and sits near me and I basically introduce myself as Antonio's tinderfrienda that he met while on hiatus from her. I also congratulate her that they are back on considering I've heard so many good things about her.
Why am I doing this? Legit, why?
Oh rose and depression. Thats why.
By the time we go to get off the boat, Antonio has asked me why I am being so "off". I then start crying about Damian and then Mia, her boytoy, and I get off the boat and go home.
If this is any indication of how rough this day was for me...
I woke up at 4am with a bag of cherries in my bed, full clothed, with my lights on.
I shit you not.
I don't even remember the last time I fell asleep with my clothes on.
Then with food in my bed.
WITH THE LIGHTS ON?!?!?!?!
OMFG I CRIED IN FRONT OF A BOAT OF STRANGERS?!? I am not known for emotional displays, I RARELY cry. Even sad movies can't get me going these days. But apparently funerals and too much wine can do just the trick. Insta-crybaby. FUCK ME, THAT IS MORTIFYING.
SOOOOOO ever since that lovely fucking outing I haven't heard a word from A. I can see via snapchat that he's having a grand old time on his boat with his ex butttttt my invites got lost in the Potomac with my tears.
So yeah, it was fun while it lasted but almost all good things do come to and end and apparently that's the point we finally hit.
The good news - I never have to introduce XF to A. I was dreading that as it was so HOORAY for one less awkward fucking life encounter.
The bad news - I really did think we could be friends but apparently for that to work, his ex needs to not exist so I can't say anything idiotic to her.
Moral of the story - don't trust Elle + copious amounts of rose. Just don't do it.