Crap at Work and The L Word

Friday during the day did not go well. It started off with a text from my crew leader that the Porta-John was in a field that had the water turned on and there was no way he could get it to the next field and why hadn't I asked the farmer to not turn the water on? So I drive out to the field and get the Porta-john out of the mud, and it was technically on the land to the South of our field, which isn't even owned by the farmer, so I had no control over the water in that field. But whatever, lesson learned, don't park it there next time. So I bring it to the next field and find out he has buried the van in mud so that the back bumper is touching the ground. So now I have to go borrow a tow rope from a farmer and tow him out of the mud and I got stung by a bee in the process right behind the ear. Then I leave him to his own devices and get my summer student to help him out checking behind the crew to make sure they're doing a good job. A few minutes later I get a call from my summer student and she tells me that the crew leader is very pissed at me. I have no idea why he would be pissed at me since I brought him the Porta-John and got him unstuck from the mud. She then tells me that he told her he had to take a shit in the field because there wasn't a bathroom available. And he won't tell her where he did it and she's afraid she'll step in it. So my life is great.... Oh, and I got stung by a bee behind the ear and killed a bird with my antenna on my truck. The night was better though...

So that night was the Nice Guy's birthday party at his farm. A ton of his friends showed up and it was a lot of fun. People slowly left or went to bed until it was just Nice Guy, me and his friend who likes to shoot tequila and makes everyone else join in, we'll call him Corzo. So we're sitting there talking and I'm hearing all kinds of funny stories about Nice Guy and then Corzo makes us do one more shot of tequila because then the bottle will be gone. I HATE tequila. It burns when it goes down, it doesn't taste good in the slightest and yet somehow I let myself be pressured into multiple shots of it. So let's just say at this point I'm quite tipsy but still coherent. So we do the shot and then I hide the shot glasses so there is absolutely no way we can do any more shots tonight. And then we're talking a little bit more and Corzo is now trying to talk us into a shot of something else, and I look up at the clock and realize it's 3:30 in the morning. At which point I turn to Nice Guy and say "Look, I love you, but your friend is evil, it's 3:30 am and I'm going to bed" and then I start to walk away. Then I can hear what I've just said replaying in my head and I turn around and say "Did I just say I love you?" and they both nod their heads yes. So I said "I'm going to bed". I had every intention of waiting for him to say I love you first. I really did not want to be the first one to say it. I'm not even really sure if I do "love" him. I'm very into him, I really like him. But I don't know if it's love. Hopefully he doesn't read to far into my drunken ramblings....