I woke to the unfamiliar feeling of a leather couch pressed up against my cheek.
My head ached.
I laid, groaning periodically, for a few minutes trying to get my bearings.
What had happened last night?
I remembered driving out to the club to meet up with Nicole. The night was pitch black. Storm clouds had moved in around mid afternoon so there were no stars or moonlight to drive by. The snow was blowing hard across the road adding to the poor visibility. By the time I arrived at the club, I was 20 minutes late. I winced. I hated making people wait for me.
Nicole was waiting for me inside her car and flagged me over when she saw me enter the parking lot.
“Hey!” I said jumping into her car beside her. “Sorry I’m late, the roads were horrible!”
She smiled. “No problem. I kept myself occupied,” she said showing me the angry birds app in full swing on her iphone.
“Why’d you wait out here for me. Is it really that big inside?”
“You’ve never been?” she asked.
“Nope. First time. I’m a gay club virgin.”
“It’s big. And busy. I figured it might be easier if I just waited out here for you.”
We scampered across the snow-covered parking lot and ducked inside. It was still early enough that there wasn’t much of a line.
Even so the place was already packed. The music was blaring from speakers up by a DJ station and the entire club was swaying to the music.
My first gay club.
I stopped to take it in.
“Let’s do a shot!” She yelled excitedly over the noise of the club.
“Hey, I brought you some coffee,” said a voice standing above me.
I opened my eyes and peered up at Nicole. The light from the living room window made it hurt to look at her.
“Thanks,” I mumbled and sat up slowly.
My head was pounding. I could feel my stomach turning. In short, I felt like shit. I pinched my temple with my thumb and forefinger wishing I could remember how I had ended up on Nicole’s couch. I couldn’t be sure of anything. All I knew, from the way I was feeling I had either been drinking, or found myself on the ass end of a bull fight.
I wasn’t ruling either out right then.
“How ya feeling?” she asked.
“Alright,” I lied.
I felt awkward. Like the morning after a bad one night stand where you want to kick the intruder out of your bed and never speak of them again and all they want to do is exchange cell phone numbers.
Was I the bad one night stand?
Wait… how did I end up on the couch?
“So… how much of last night do you remember?” she asked starring at the coffee in her own hands.
Shit. What had I done NOW?
Nicole pushed a tequila shot in front of me.
She saw me hesitating. “What’s wrong? Don’t like tequila?” she asked.
“No, it’s not that. I think it doesn’t like ME.” I said.
“Oh, well you don’t have to…”
“No… no, not what I meant. It’s just, when I drink tequila… I usually have black outs. Entire days have disappeared for me on that stuff.”
“Well, we’ll have to make sure you don’t drink too much then,” she said smiling.
I smiled, uncertainly, “Bottoms up.”
The DJ struck up a new song. A cheer went out from the crowd. I didn’t know it, but then, most dance remixes made songs sound the same to me.
I looked over at Nicole. I felt as if from the moment I met her, I was constantly following her lead. She would instinctively take control of the days, conversations, dates. She would unconsciously drive us through each meeting. I wondered if it was exhausting. I decided to take more than just a passive role.
“Come on,” I said grabbing her hand and leading her out to the dance floor. “I feel like dancing.”
She smiled and put down her shot glass. “Deal.”
She fumbled with the coffee cup in her hands as if debating to tell me what had happened.
Oh My God! What had I done?!
I was beginning to panick. I had a montage of worst case scenerios running through my head : I went streaking through the club, I trampled her favourite pet iguana, Iggy, I threw up on her cat,…
OH MY GOD WHY WOULDN’T THIS WOMAN TALK TO ME?!?!
She looked up at me. “Well…” she started.
“Oh my God, woman! What did I do? Just tell me!”
“Tell you, or show you?”
“Do you want to watch the video?” She pulled out her phone. “I found this on youtube about an hour after we got back,…”
Someone had taken a video of my drunken shinengans, that wasn’t Nicole, and placed it on YOUTUBE?!
Oh. MY. GOD.
Please kill me now.
She fiddled with her phone for a second before she began to giggle. Her giggles turned to laughter. Her laughter turned to a crying, laughing, rolling on the floor while she hugged the stitches in her stomach while simultaneously trying to wipe the tears from her eyes.
“You’re fucking with me, aren’t you?”
I didn’t think it was possible, but she began laughing even harder.
We found a free spot on the dance floor and began swaying in time to the music.
I’ve never understood club dancing; the bumping, grinding, shaking your ass that people equate with dancing.
Unfortunately, the silhouette looks a lot hotter than I do while doing these.
Nicole, however, was great. She shook and swayed and danced in time with the music with the grace of an actual professional dancer. She looked amazing.
At one point she turned her back to me and rubbed gently up against me. She smiled, teasingly, over her shoulder in my direction. Our faces barely an inch apart.
For a moment time slowed down and all I could do was drink in her smiling face. Here was this amazing person right in front of me, basically in my arms, causing my heart to pound in my chest, why on earth did I ever decide to distance myself from her?
I inched myself closer to her but the moment was over and she was gone.
After that we spent most of the night (that I can remember) either on the dance floor or at the bar ordering more shots.
Apparently we both forgot her promise that I wouldn’t drink too much tequila.
When she finally recovered from her laughing spurt she began to tell me what she remembered of the night. Apparently I wasn’t the only one with holes in my memory.
Together we stitched the fabric of the night back together, laughing at the stupid jokes we had told or the funny things we had done.
I smiled to myself, I wasn’t the one night stand reject afterall.
“Then we got back to my place,” she said laughing.
Ok? I was particularly curious to find out how I had ended up on her couch. From what I remembered, the night had been going well.
“You were completely fine the entire night, until you got outside in the cold.”
“Oh no,” I said. “What happened?” I began picturing my hurling on her cat scenerio once again.
“You started losing coherence,” she said. “It was like all the alcohol hit you at once!” She giggled a little.
“I didn’t get sick, did I?”
“No!” she put up her hand and waved the idea away. “No, nothing like that. You just got really drunk. By the time we got back here you were pretty far gone. You slipped on my walkway out there, fell over into a snow drift and announced you were going to nap there for the night!”
I laughed. Well, at least I was entertaining.
“I told you, you’d FREEZE! But you said it was ok… you had SOCKS on.”
“Oh God. I’m such a winner,” I said.
At least I hadn’t told her to go on without me…. (Remind me to tell you about my first drinking experience sometime. -_-)
“I had to practically drag you in the door. The couch was as far as I could get you.”
“Ooohh… I’m so sexy. How ever did you resist jumping my unconscious bones??”
She laughed. “Who says I didn’t?”