the drug we can’t escape

Sometimes you just need to drink.  Sometimes you just need a night of pure silliness and alcohol and fun.  Last night was exactly what I needed and it was a lot of fun.  Everyone was drinking and laughing and listening to the music.  And my mixes are perfect for nights like that.  They are eclectic and random and give a good ebb and flow to a party, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes upbeat, sometimes sad.  Dance music, ballads, oldies, classical – it was perfect.  Thought I sometimes thought only Rhonda and I thought that.  She and I liked the ebb and flow.  But Tim seemed to enjoy it a lot too.  But it was good.  Fire in the pit, popcorn, peanuts and good conversation about almost nothing at all.

There is something in inexplicable about the relationship Manny and I share.  Manny used to call it his "Rory-sense."  Just as Rhonda and I were cleaning up, I felt like talking to him.  But it was three-thirty in the morning and I was pretty sure he would be sleeping.  So I just sent him a text.  At the same time, he was walking home from Russ’s.  Its about a 40 minute walk through Brooklyn and though he could have waited for the subway he decided to walk.  And was thinking about calling me.  But he figured it was three thirty and I wouldn’t be awake.  So when he got my text, he called as he walked through Brooklyn.  It was perfect and wonderful, but we both regretted that I was in a bed across the state instead of in his apartment, in his bed, waiting for him.

Seriously, we are an addictive drug that neither one of us can ever be rid of.  As wrong as we both know it is, we both crave it and desire it and seek it out.  Its not just me and its not just him.  We are like magnets drawn back to each other again and again and again.