Friday night and I'm swearing as I step out of still-running shower balancing on tip-toe and I hop naked into my hallway and grab the new bottle of shaving lotion off the counter. I hop again back onto the bathroom rug the run and back into the shower leaving a trail of water behind me. I hear my cell on the top of the toilet making a pinging sound and I wipe both wet hands and reach out and grab it pulling it into the shower but holding it above the stream of water and push open the miniature keyboard that looks like it was designed for Barbie. It's Valentina. FUCK. I told her be here by seven and I'm nowhere near ready. I have no concept of time. Hot water streams down my back and I turn and txt her back..
"I'm not ready - hair is wet. Park on st."
"tlk some vagrant n2 letting u n2 front g8t."
Val: "OK"
She hung out on my couch. We talked as I finished getting ready. Then, I popped an Ativan and 30mg of Adderal and crushed and snorted about 10mg more off my black Revlon double-mirror compact cutting the crushed drug into finer powder with the edge of my Starbucks card. At the same time wondering if I should use black or brown mascara.
Val: "(laugh) whats that?"
Kristen: "amp"
Val: "(staring)"
Kristen: "you want some?"
Val: "sure"
I snort another line and cut a tiny one for her.
Val: "(snorts line) I'm hungry"
Kristen: "wait, you won't be in about 10 minutes"
Val: "really?"
Kristen: lets go.
We need to stop by the store before the party and I pull swiftly into the parking lot as a people with carts jump out of my way. I don't tend to slow down. Inside I grab what I need quickly and then proceed to hunt for Val, who I find by the Deli Section.
Val: "(looking at the circular olive bar) I want an olive"
Kristen: "Bitch, reach in and take one. I don't care."
Val: "what if I don't like it?"
Kristen: "put it back in there. I don't give a fuck. Olives are gross, I'll never eat out of there. Especially now that you stuck your hand in there. You may as well lick a few and put them back at this point. We don't have time for that though, lets go Chicka."
I'm carrying some sort of meat-cheese tray and I'm secretly terrified imagining pepperoni or cheese juices running out of its plastic cover and onto my designer skirt. I hold it out from my body like its a vial of AIDS as Val looks at me, rolling her eyes.
Were listening to a selection on my I-pod I've entitled suicide-death-metal as I turn up the volume and coast through a series of back street intersections. "Sad but true" blares through the car as I drive onward.
We find the house quickly and as I enter my eyes dart quickly around the room looking for familiar lesbians. I know quite a few.
Brook: "Hey Kristen"
K: "Hey Brook, nice place, nice party, happy B-day girly"
I introduce Valentina to the few girls I know there and soon her and I are standing around looking at the impressive spread of food (non of it appealing to me despite the fact that all I've had all day is a Grande vanilla latte and a blueberry oat bar from the Bucks") I'm quite high on the amp and its making me talkative and slightly hostile. I start ordering Val to do stupid tricks with the food like balancing cheese blocks on her out-stretched tongue as I take pictures with a digital camera I found laying on the counter. As I do so I grab and lick the icing off a cupcake. I want the sugar. I take a bite of the cake part and throw the rest away.
A girl I would later come to know as Stacy walks up behind me and starts making comments on my "sculpture". Actually its my empty red-bull can topped with the cupcake wrapper flopped over top looking like a dysfunctional palm tree. A few of the girls are looking at me like I'm insane. I don't care at this point and continue to add ingredients to my statue. I'm laughing and my heart is pounding and watching val perform further escalates my frenzy.
Across the room I see a gorgeous girl with dark silky hair leaning against the back wall occasionally looking at me in a slightly sullen and expressionless way that immediately fascinates me not only because its typically my demeanor but I can sense something else familiar. I want to talk to her but I wait, I play with the food, I act uninterested as I top my creation with a maraschino cherry.
She casually walks over to the counter on the opposite site across a vast landscape of BBQ chips, meat and cheese, tiny sandwiches, and a dozen other food items I have no interest in. She lays down a warm tray containing round play-doh looking objects and half are topped with a single piece of Edemame. She flashes me a slight grin and I ask if there vegetarian. She says yes so I grab one and pop it into my mouth. I'm PRETTY sure I picked one with the edemame but I suddenly doubt myself as Val yells into my ear "you just ate chicken, ha ha". "No, I didn't, there vegetarian and your drunk off alcoholic shellfish juice (shes drinking Bud-Light-Clamato) so I hardly think your one to tell me what I'm eating. I look at the tall pretty stranger that might have just fed me chicken and say rather harshly "I thought you said these were vegetarian". "Oh, these are" (pointing to the Edamame topped side). My mind races trying to remember the sensation of the Edamame in my mouth but I cannot remember. At this, Val adds "Well Kristen, if you throw-up well know for sure you ate the wrong one". I try and give her my look of distain but my face is still partially frozen in botox and all I can do is give her a serious look which frustrates me even more.....to be continued.