B-day black & blues

Thanks to anyone who thought of me & sent me birthday greetings! Although I'm fighting a little cold, I had a lovely birthday weekend overall. Here's the recap in case you care:
Friday night: Jon & Cierra's going away party. Those two are always the hosts of a good time! More liquor than food, dancing & hot guys. Who could ask for anything more? I have to admit that I was VERY tired after my first week of school (see my previous post), so I didn't really want to got to this party. However, I was soon glad that I did go. Firstly, I looked hot. Not to mention the facts that I had a new dress on, I'd lost weight, and after a few drinks I got a second wind & was a dancing fool. Enter Alex.
He's the hottie in the circle of friends that I'd been scoping out since the first time we met. Roger informed me that he had a girlfriend. :( The thing is, I couldn't hate on her too much cause I was just jealous that her man was hot. Plus she was mad cool. Every time she saw me, it was like I was her best friend on Earth. We'd spend hours at a party talking, and laughing, and shaking it fast. I started to look forward to seeing both of them at a party- her for the fun, him for the eye candy.
Tangentially, we ran into him randomly in the streets of Venice for Yemi's b-day celebration. He and a friend had drinks with us and chatted a bit. He'd just moved his girlfriend into his place following a temporary breakup.
Fast forward to Friday night, he's happy to see me and announce that he and the girlfriend have broken up. I rolled my eyes when he said it and said, "You'd just broken up the last time I saw you too." He replied, "This time it's permanent." Ouch! Girl, what did you do?
His rebound bounced him right to me. He was all in my face all night joking & dancing. What good birthday fortune! Attracting such attention from Alex made John, my crackish ex (Sorry Gary! Lesson learned the hard way even after your warning. We broke up.), anxious. Now John and I have been separated for almost 6 months. He immediately started seeing someone else and trotted her out to meet our friends knowing that it'd get back to me. We saw one another for the first time in 3 months at a dinner party. I got drunk and passed out in his lap (so ugly, I know!), but our vibe was cool. We were happy to see one another. The conversation flowed. I felt comfortable enough to fall asleep in his lap and he was comfortable enough to let me. Two months later we meet again at this party and are still glad to see one another. We talked about his new relationship, our lives, and everything else under the sun, especially when he saw Alex talking to me. He'd pull me into the bathroom, or the bedroom, or out in the hall to talk. We spent 20 mins locked in the bathroom which left Roger questioning if we'd planned a reconciliation. Nope, just talking. It took a few of these come-with-me-for-a-minute chats for me to see the pattern. John was jealous! He had a girl and still didn't want me talking to anyone else! What the hell? How's that fair? I even asked what the breakdown was with us (aside from his obvious drug abuse) in his opinion. He said I was too nice. Right...my bad. Everyone knows that no one wants a nice girl. They want their girlfriend to be a psycho bitch (Ok, so maybe if you're a junkie you do- that makes sense now.). Anyway, I'm in awe of that foolishness. I can't believe him!
So Alex and spent the night at Jon and Cierra's. We talked until 6am. He walked me to the tube in the morning and texted me later that night... and the next day... then he called. And texted again the next day. :) A cutie and a sweetie- happy birthday to me!
Saturday night was spent in recovery mode from Friday until my downstairs neighbors threw a rager. Steph and I were pissed, so I yelled down to them from the window to find out what the deal was. Turns out one of them was celebrating his birthday, so I ended up going down there and having a couple of drinks at their party before bed.
Sunday was a furious shopping and cleaning mission. Then went to my friend Rudi's for her Notting Hill Carnival party. Went late & left early to get ready for my own bash. My party was the after party from hers. We had about 15 people over to drink, chat & play Wii. I kicked ass in Dance Dance Revolution and Wii boxing. That's my only workout these days, so I try hard and I'm getting better. My arms are still sore from the boxing!
At about 2:30am, Steph went into her room, laid down, got under the covers. I walked the rest of our guests down to the front door of the building. The flat door slammed shut behind me. I was in a sleeveless dress and barefoot. I came back up & knocked, but she didn't answer. I banged. I yelled. I kicked the door. Nothing. The party boys from downstairs came out & asked if I wanted them to go out & ring the buzzer for me. I said yes, then went down and rang the buzzer myself for about 20 mins (sound familiar?). Nothing. I went back up. I banged more. I yelled more. I kicked the door more. Nada. The neighbor across the hall came out and threatened to "bodily remove" me from the building if I wasn't quiet (I know it was 2am, but he could've just let me use the phone.). 3 hours later, I saw her walk past the keyhole. I shoved old mail under the door until she opened it. On Monday, my actual birthday, I slept until noon and went to bed early to be fresh for work in the morning.
Steph claimed she never heard a thing. She blames me for leaving the house without my keys. My right hand is still tender and bruised from hitting the door.
I wonder if Alex would let me move in with him now that his girlfriend is gone...