Friday, May 16, 2014

All of me loves all of you

I got into a big fight with N last night. We were obligated to go to this girl's hen party (she is a friend of N's gay couple friends) and they initially told me to book a karaoke room for 20 girls but in the end only 3 other girls showed up. Now I'm sorry but you suck as a hen if u have so few bitches with you.

And this week has just been mad packed festivities. I know it's super douchey to say that but I got really tired. N's gay couple just wanted to go out every single night, but this week is also art week in Hong Kong so tons of other things were going on too.

Tuesday they hung around with us the whole day and then at night we went out for drinks too, and I received an email saying I'm waitlisted for the school in London that I really want to get into. Fuck. I got so fucking beaten down. But I can't do anything but wait and see what happens.

Wednesday night I had dinner with my dad and this gay mentor couple from back home that my dad introduced to me a year ago, and it was a good (and expensive) dinner, complete with Cristal champagne and everything. Then I headed to a private party for a NYC-based art gallery that my friend invited us to, and when I got there I saw a billionaire family friend which got me a lil excited just cos, well, he's a billionaire and all. Open gin bar + chic music + tons of people with Chronic Resting Bitch Face Syndrome = good times. Then at 1.30am we were obligated to go to a gay club with N's gay couple friends and I got slightly manhandled by them but whatever, they're such sluts and I'm trying not to judge that they're still making out with other men in front of each other a week before the proposal (I'm talking about the guy who's proposing, is making out with a mutual friend who KNOWS he's gonna propose...w t f)

I got home, fucking fucking exhausted, and woke up on Thursday with a massive hangover. N's gay couple started bitching again that we didn't devote our time entirely to them...whatever. For dinner we went out with N's straight couple friends (we do a lot of double dates...) and it was a great dinner catching up etc. (I like them) and then at 11.30pm we headed over to another art gallery private party where this fat white man spilled his drink on my suit and like, whatever...We got shots and shots with my friends and we were generally having a good time, then at 1.30am again we were yelled to get our vaginas down to the karaoke fucking room, so OKAY

We go, even though I am mad fucking exhausted and pissy. I get there, the fucking 20-person room filled with 3 dudes, the bride and 3 of her fucking Swedish friends, and everyone was singing horribly faggy songs completely out of tune, with a blow up sex doll with chest hair and a fucking huge dildo sticking out, and I was just done. I wanted to sing some songs but I am a karaoke Puritan and I hated that I wasn't drunk enough to ignore how out-of-key everyone was which was messing up my game, and I hated it even more that we just kept singing Britney and Lady Gaga, or songs that are way fucking beyond my generation like Roxette's It must have been love. Not to mention they kept swinging the dildo in front of me and so I left the room.

N came out after me and asked me what's my problem. I told him my problem is that I always have a problem with how fucking boring his friends are. He got really pissed, and said he will never invite me out again, and said we were going home. I apologized and said ok let's go back in, but I sat there on my phone the entire time, refusing to socialize with the pathetic fucking 4 strangers that I don't give a flying fuck about.

I started vehemently texting my friends saying that I can't help being a social snob but I terribly dislike many of N's friends. They are not hot, not witty, not funny, and definitely not interesting. And they usually have terrible English. French accents and all other kinds of stupid accents. He gets along wildly better with my friends because they're ACTUALLY interesting people. Of course, he begs to differ and says it's because he's so much more chill than I am...whatever.

So we ended up locking our doors last night and sleeping in separate rooms. But this morning I went in and apologized for being a rude cunt and I cuddled him, and then we had makeup sex (which is always fucking amazeballs), and now we're all good and ready to go to Bangkok and Samui. A lil' worried about the riots in Bangkok so we are gonna just go to sacred temples and avoid going out at night/going to the city center.

At the end of the day, I love him a lot, and we both agreed we want to use John Legend's amazing All of Me as part of our wedding playlist (N's gay couple is using Pink's True Love for the proposal song...lolwtf). The lyrics are perfect.
'Cause all of me
Loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me
I'll give my all to you
You're my end and my beginning
Even when I lose I'm winning
'Cause I give you all of me
And you give me all of you, oh
N and I aren't perfect at all, and as you can tell, I've a fuckton of growing up to still do, but the best thing is that we don't harbor grudges and so we work things out.

1 comment:

  1. You don't have to like N's friends, so don't pretend to but for the times they are around he would appreciate you tolerating them.