Sunday night we had a holiday party for my place of employment. It was nice to get to invite Morris to something for once and introduce him to my coworkers and give him a chance to see where I spend my days. I really like the people that I work with and I feel really lucky that I found this job. My fellow hostesses are especially awesome and an alcohol-induced cheesiness lead me to tell them that this was the first time I felt like I had friends here. Slowly but surely, things will fall into place and this will be my home. Every day it feels a little more like it, I am finally finding my spot.
BTW, how hot is that man up there? My man. He took such good care of his drunky monkey girlfriend. As soon as I felt my walking turn more to stumbling and I was high-fiving everyone in sight I knew it was time to go. I was in such a rush I left my purse and scarf at work. I slept the whole way home in the cab after I tried convincing M I would be fine on the subway. At home he carried me upstairs while I insisted "I draw good, right?" I have no idea why. Then when he helped me in to bed he stayed up half the night listening to my breathing and checking my heartrate (alcohol kind of upsets my already shitty heart, moreso the day after but I appreciate his attentiveness). He is truly the best.
