I was invited to this social event last night by some friends. It was a pre-event event…a social to get everyone excited for this black tie charity event that’s coming up in a month. I met the guys at the venue and proceeded to have a wonderful time drinking and schmoozing and looking at all of the beautiful gay men (as well as some local celebrities).
We drank these little special concoctions of what we named “pink stuff” which was sweet and full of booze, but I’m not sure what kind.
After the event was over, I drove home to an excited dog, took her out to walk, ran into some neighbors and chatted with them, went inside, set my alarm clock (phone) and went to bed.
In the middle of the night I woke to a faint tap, tap, tap on my door. At first I thought I had dreamt it, but then again…tap, tap, tap. I sat up. Someone is tapping at my door??? That NEVER happens. My building is secure and I have no potential booty callers and why in the world would anyone be softly tapping on my door?
I got scared. I hoped they’d go away. But they didn’t!! Every 2 minutes or so…tap, tap tap! Even the dog woke up and barked a very quiet woof - almost a whisper of a woof. I think she was scared too! There was NO WAY anyone should be knocking on the door. What if it was a crazy person? What if it was one of those men who harass me when I walk past the train station to get to the parking garage? What if it was a murderer??! If it was something urgent like the building on fire, I’m sure that there would be a loud and urgent BANGING on my door, not a super quiet, faint tap.
But they were NOT GOING AWAY!
Finally, I heard a real knock. Like, knuckles on the door knock, and I knew that something was wrong or urgent or something. I had to answer.
So I got up and out of bed and tiptoed to the peephole. I looked out to see one of my neighbors…a really nice guy who lives across the hall. I cracked the door open as the dog barked, and he whispered, “I’m sorry to bother you so late, but did you park on this side of the street?” and pointed in the direction where my car was parked.
I blurrily said, “Yes.”
He said, “I’m pretty sure it’s your car…the lights are on and the engine is running.”
Um…what?!
He then said, “Yeah, I walked past your car a couple of hours ago and it was like that too, so I got worried and decided to knock on your door.”
I thanked him and put on my flip flops and walked all the way down to where my car was parked, sure enough: engine running, headlights ON. I got in and moved my car to a better spot and walked back up and got into bed, wondering if I am starting to lose it.
But I also felt a little hung over. I’m not sure what that pink stuff was, but I’m sure I won’t drink it ever again. WOW.
But then again, maybe I am starting to lose it. Not good.
xo,
GS
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