Sleepless Solitude: The True-Life Journals of a Xanax'd Millennial (Part 2 of 2)

July 16

July 16

I needed sleep like no other. It felt so amazing to wake up on my own time this morning. No alarms, no snooze buttons, and no panicking about being late for work yet again. My hand was also feeling better. I could actually use it, so things were looking up. I can't wait until I can masturbate again. In hindsight, I should have at least tried to get myself off this morning. Perhaps it would have curbed my inevitable horniness that occurred later today whilst drinking around a bunch of cute guys. Oh, well!

I got myself together, decided what I was going to bring to Phillip's place for his BBQ, and then went out for the following errands:

· Bank to deposit my government moulah

· Grocery store for BBQ food

· Liquor store for liquid confidence/depressants

· Dollar store for glass champagne flutes

After my trek around the Village, I returned to the Witch Cave and finished getting ready. I also made myself look extra cute to piss off PW, who would no doubt be in attendance this afternoon. With every hair in place, I took the streetcar to meet Lauryn at the top of Phillip's street.

Lauryn and I got to the party at 2 p.m., which was an hour after our call time. This was done on purpose. We were sure we would be making a fabulous entrance to a packed party. Wrong! Phillip's place was a fucking ghost town. Lauryn and I were the first people there. In hindsight, our early arrival was a good thing, though. It meant we were able to ease ourselves into things.

Our Saturday was off to a great start. The weather was perfect, Phillip had prepared a ton of delicious food pon de grill, we were sitting in the backyard with our champagne flutes, and I was meeting new people left and right. I loved it.

Naturally, PW appeared around 3 p.m. As I suspected he would, PW kept his distance from me. It was uncomfortable, but I wasn't going to let the guy ruin my day. The only problem was that PW had situated himself outside of the back door to the house, and I could only go so long without a drink in my flute. When my thirst finally reached its peak, I had to bite the bullet. I walked by PW on my way to the kitchen, tapped him on the shoulder, and said hello. We exchanged an awkwardly quick, "Hey, how are you?" and that was it. This was going to be a very interesting party.

The day progressed without any further communication with PW. I talked to every single person at the party except for him. This included PW's roommates, the roommates' boyfriends, and all of PW's other friends. However, not once did PW ever approach me again. I didn't make a big deal about it. Instead, I was nice to PW whenever I would see him. I would smile and make eye contact every single time, and I didn't say a bad word about him the entire day. For someone who dumped me, PW was acting very odd. Whatever.

Although I had Lauryn around here and there to socialize with, we separated from one another for major parts of the party as we met and talked with Phillip's different friends. Later, Lauryn also invited her friend Kayla – the girl whose condo she hosted her birthday party at two nights ago. That was great for me, though. Lauryn was quite self-sufficient as it was, but Kayla's attendance meant that I no longer had to play the role of wingman. As a result, I got to talk to a lot of Phillip's friends one-on-one. Getting to know so many new people was a lot of fun for me.