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So, last Saturday was the St. Valentine's Day Massacre party over at the
House. I think Ian was a little disappointed at the turnout - there were
much fewer folk there than in years past. I walked in around 8pm, all set
to
go with a "boopsie" character, but when almost the entire party was
sitting sedately in the living room and immediately turned
their attention towards me, the character flew right out of my head.
Remember, I've been rather anti-social lately, and this was just too much
to handle. So what did I do? I headed for the bar. I love that I've learned to handle/use alcohol. I started drinking red wine, bringing myself up to a level of social interaction that I could not achieve while stone sober. Later in the evening, I stopped drinking wine and started drinking water. Never was I too drunk (no embarassing moments - huzzah!) or sick feeling. There weren't enough people to play the game properly. I had one person in my family (I was a Don), Lydia, and she also served as a hitman. The one time she came up to me to talk family stuff - the only time - was when I was happily dancing with Jeff. She pulled me away, telling him "it's family business" (which could've gotten her killed, as he turned out to be a fed); I protested loudly (and finally in character) from the hallway as she dragged me away, with, "What're ya doin'? We were dancin' and he was CUTE!" I suppose you had to be there. I gave up about halfway through the party when Lydia left. There were no innocent bystanders to coerce into joining my family, and I was going to lose, lose, lose the game. So, I turned in my Don status for innocent bystander and immediately joined up with a new family, consisting of (as the Japanese/African/American Don described it) the "beautiful, tall red-headed women". Had there been more people at the party, we would've been lethal, as our Don did not hesitate to instruct us to lure men away with our feminine wiles. I only refused once, when he asked me to flirt with a guy I had absolutely no interest in talking to. That just seemed too...manipulative, since I wouldn't have talked to him anyway and certainly not like that. Better was when he had me do some reconnaissance work on Sherman (we suspected him of being in the other family). The idea was, I'd lure Sherman into the coat room - away from other players - and then our hitman would come take him out. I went up to Sherman and told him I needed to change out of my heels, but my other shoes were in the car - would he walk me so I wasn't walking down the street alone? Sherman is a gallant fellow, and he readily agreed (heh heh heh). I dawdled as long as I could in the coat room, but I didn't want to make him suspicious. As we walked down the street, I decided to pretend to recruit him. I was all, "You got family? You need some protection?" and he was like, "Naw...you're arrested, though." Damn! He was a fed. Of course, when we went to Ian to get my red yarn necklace (as getting arrested puts you out of the game for half an hour), Ian told us that I was an "innocent" family member, not a hitman who was out killing people, and I could not be arrested. Sherman was charged with false arrest and he got the red necklace instead. Even though it was a total, blundering accident that I got Sherman's badge taken away, I couldn't help raising an eyebrow at my Don and looking smug. I enjoyed playing femme fatale, oh yes. It was good to flirt. I'm much better flirting at these sorts of parties, where I know most of the men, than at other events. It feels safer, less desperate for both parties. I could exchange witty remarks and bat my eyes, or I could simply raise my eyebrow at a questionable phrase, (as I did when Jeff asked me to "don't leave yet; stay and have a stiff one with me." When I gave him the look, he said, "I meant a drink." and I replied, "Oh, I know." Ian loved that phrase, and immediately told the entire kitchen about it, to which I replied, "Ah, I get that all the time!"). ANYWAY, it was a good ego boost, to be sure. I forget how important close friends are - friends who already know you. It's so comforting, so safe. I'm so very glad I went to that party. | ||
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