i get around the world upon your freeways it's true, when you let it go.

i got home and for some reason thought ordering chinese food and watching dr. phil would make me feel better. i guess its not surprising that it only made me feel lazy and gross. so i walked to centennial field, watched a lakemonsters game and walked home. the 7 mile walk made me feel less lazy and gross but not really better.

so i took you as my date
dressed fancy
all up on a hot hot hot summers afternoon
to a wedding on a mountain
with an old shack and a path
there were wild flowers
and butterflies and men peeing just off a logging road

at the reception in the tent at the field
i brought you drinks
'because that's what a good date does'
and i danced with you
'because that's what a good date does'
i watched you flirt / dance / and hang off some other guy the last half of the nite.
must be what a good date does?

near the end of the reception
you were drunk
i decided we needed to leave
we walked out of the tent
the path had turned muddy over the evening and you were in heels.
i carried you the 100+ yards through the mud
to the car
you laughed at me and started screaming
at my threats to put you down.

i drove your car.
you fell asleep 5 minutes into the hour long trip.
slept the whole ride.
at your house. you refused to wake up to walk yourself in the house.
stubborn.
i carried you inside and put you on your bed.
you stood up and took off your dress
then laid down and passed out instantly
without saying a word to me.

i left
walked home at 2 am
mud covered dress shoes
thin dress socks
shirt, tie
3 + miles
90 + humid degrees

the next day, around noon, i get a text
'where are you? why didn't you stay?'
'why would i stay?'
'i would have given you a ride home in the morning'
'i didn't want to assume i could sleep in the bed of a passed out half naked girl.'

silence.

later on
i brought you to a show
and drove you back to your house
with a dude you picked up.