drunk british boy

friday night karl, david, and i went out to our favorite local (northern virginia, where i was visiting my parents for thanksgiving) pub: ireland's four provinces. karl insisted it was a fake irish pub, but softened his position a bit once he got a pint of harp, and it was a proper british-sized pint and not our flimsy american-sized pint. also there were my high school friends jan, erica, and angie, jan's cousin katherine, and erica's boyfriend john.

it was a fun evening, with drinking, laughing, and reminiscing about elementary and high school (not fun for those who weren't there, of course). karl had about 5 beers, then as we were leaving, another brit heard karl and david and introduced himself. he has lived in the states for 15 years, so is out of touch with the homeland (shocker: he doesn't even keep up with football (soccer) anymore). he and karl and david hit it off, and eventually he offered to buy us all a tequila shot. i declined, since i was driving. jan impressed the group with her shooting skills (honed at the university of virginia, our alma mater, where the nickname is (unofficially) the wahoos (officially, it's the cavaliers), a fish that can drink twice it's weight). anyway, she tossed it back before any of the guys had, and made quite a name for herself. [side note: david has remarked a couple of times now on how un-girly my friends and i are. this tequila-shooting skill of jan's is just an example. other examples include how none of us are gung-ho on getting married: jan has been dating jon for 6 years (they just had an anniversary) and marriage is nowhere in sight; i, of course, was hired-a-photographer-bought-a-wedding-dress engaged, and called it off.] we left after the tequila.

karl was drunker than i thought. he was very giggly and touchy. in the car on the way home, he had his hands on me way more than usual--one hand in my hair on the back of my neck, another on my shifting hand, making it difficult to shift. when we got back, it was after 2. karl noted the giant piles of leaves on the curb, and insisted that it would be a grand idea to jump in them. so he did. he completely disappeared into the leaves. david and i got him to lift his head for a photo. on the way in (after i got him to come out of the leaves by saying that if he wanted to sleep with me he'd have to come inside) i reminded them to be quiet, which made karl make loud shooshing sounds, which made him laugh, which made him shoosh himself again... silly boy. david and i couldn't help but laugh and laugh at him. his eyes were so very red (i've got pictures of that, too, but i'm not gonna post them), and he had trouble drinking his water for all the laughing. he kept insisting that he loved me ("borogoves, i know i'm drunk, and you won't believe me, but i love you"). charming.

next day, karl claimed to have "four headaches" and begged for three advils when i offered two. i gave him two and left him in bed to sleep it off.