Written by:
Kristin Egener
OK — will have to reluctantly enter yesterday night into the Regina's Not-So-Finest Moment Files.
Went to a party at the house of this kid Jude and I both know from the Queer Scouts, that queer youth group we go to once in a while. Odious Melanie was there, talking to Jude a lot and ignoring me; Jude, I could tell, was trying to make me feel comfortable, but the fact that she had to try and was being so "nice" just made me more uncomfortable. I want things to be the way they used to be before the subject of drugs came up, when we could be natural around each other.
Anyway, I detached myself from her eventually and tried to get into the party, to show her I knew how to have a good time. Ended up drinking waaaaaay too much, which is very easy for me. Don't drink much, generally, and am of slight build, so I can get tipsy just off fumes. Remember vaguely spilling lots of beer on people because wouldn't stop trying to create whirlpools in my plastic cup by making wide circular motions with arms. Also remember kissing somebody; can't remember who, though I *think* Mystery Smooch was female. Tried to smoke a cigarette; ended up losing cherry down my shirt and hopping around, squawking like a chicken and pulling at my bra until it fell out; discovered this morning that I have a perfectly round cigarette burn in the middle of my bra, which I'll have to find a way to get rid of before Mom finds it.
Not that she doesn't think I'm a juvenile delinquent already — although I sobered up on the way home (Jude was ominously silent), I got there and discovered only after she'd driven away that I was locked out. So instead of going around to the back door, which, as I discovered this morning, was unlocked, Brainiac Regina decided to get the ladder we keep at the side of the house, put it up against the porch roof, climb up, and try to get in through my sister's window on the second floor. Nadia woke up, screamed bloody murder because she thought I was some strange man coming to rape her, and woke up my parents. So then the next half-hour was spent getting Regina off the roof, where she was sitting and thinking that the ground looked much farther away from up there.
Needless to say, I am grounded for a month, which I have to agree with; if I'd found my drunk 16-year-old daughter trying to break into the house through a second-story window, I'd have grounded me too. Maybe not for a whole month, though.
I haven't talked to Jude yet. When I talked to Elizabeth, this girl from the youth group who was at the party, she was like, "Mmm-mm, giiiiirl, you were in rare form last night!" — and I hadn't even told her about the Unfortunate Roof Incident. So I must have been pretty bad. And the funny thing is, all of it was originally calculated to make me seem wilder to Jude, but now I just feel idiotic. I think I’ve proven what she said about me — that I'd feel pressured to join in her idea of "fun," and that I wouldn't do it right. Well, she never said that last part, but I bet she thinks it.
*smooches*
Regina
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