Memories, All Alone in the Moonlight

Tonight will be a year since hoodie!boy got his name. Before we say it's "awkward" that I know this, I would just like to preface that it was the Friday before Halloween. Which I guess would technically make it tomorrow....

What a difference a year makes.

So as I sit here, I remember that night. And I smile.

I remember how different he looked with product in his hair and earrings in. 

I remember how he was so close to touching me at the party, but not quite and how it drove me mad. 

I remember how me made me drinks every time my glass was empty, teasing me about how much vodka I could take. 

I remember his stories about when he was my age and how differently we spent our early 20s. 

I remember announcing my favorite word is "fuck" and the way he smirked at me.

I remember team!friend scheming to get us to go out.

I remember giving him a tiny show after I had dressed, and he giving me an even bigger one later. 

I remember walking to the club and talking about the mob being involved in politics. 

I remember the way he looked standing against that pillar and how I wanted to kiss him more than I wanted air. 

I remember slipping in some beer and having bar filth all up and down my legs.
I remember team!friend raising her glass to "Raise your Glass" and laughing with her

I remember hoodie!boy throwing up his hood and doing some sort of velociraptor move to "Like a G6."

I remember wondering if he could move like that vertically, what on earth could he do horizontally.

I remember saying goodnight and being so sad that it was over.

I remember waking up with the mother of all hangovers and texting the next morning telling him that he would never play bartender for me again. His response? "ha ha"

Yes, I sit here and I smile and am thankful that I have these memories. Wonderful memories from an October night when I was twenty three years old and nothing seemed impossible.

That will keep me warm enough tonight.