Ch. 9

My mind was now awake but I chose to still have my eyes close tightly. This way, I figured I could still make out just exactly where I was without seeing something horrible along the process. I felt a hard surface beneath me, a cushion supporting my head and blanket that smelled like downy softener. I was for sure drunk as fucked last night because I could taste the slight vomit on my mouth. I felt that I didn’t have my shoes on, so I was probably at my house or Dana’s or Bette’s.

But that doesn’t leave out the possibility that maybe I hooked up with somebody. Hey, when I’m drunk I happen to be attractive. It’s one of my unique qualities. I seem to shine even brighter when I’m not sober.

So maybe I did hook up with someone. They cared enough to take my shoes off. Although the bed wasn’t as soft, I figured it must’ve been a couch. Ohwe did it in the couch. Nice. But at this point I was kicking myself for not even remembering simple details; like he or she, blonde or brown, you knowthe basics.

I tried to open my eyes, but everything was so blurry because my lenses were still intact. I blinked a couple of times and heard faint voices in the background. So I slightly panicked because now I was thinking there was a three way.

The images in front of me became familiar and I was now in Bette’s livingroom. Damn, so I was wishful thinking. It happens when you have a hang over.

I tried to remember how I got here and why I was here, here. We were at a party, no, a club. The Planet caf was turned into a club with ***** Marina magic. She gave us lots and lots of free booze and it was her that I should blame for all this. Then I remembered hot bodies dancing, this brunette eyeing me from the corner and then I remembered Bette coming, having a drink with us, talking Dana. Dana! BETTE!

She cornered us about the whole thing. That’s why I passed out because it was the only way out. Way to go, Al. How are you gonna get out of this one?