I am so hungover. All I can think is ‘get car.’ ‘Get food.’ Hyde and Ellis. My car is at Hyde and Ellis. Luckily, it’s the one thing I committed to memory last night. I drove to the bar. Cabbed home. There was a girl in the cab with me. Two of us. different stops. I think the cabbie was trying to stack his fares. At stop lights, I shoved the door open as I hurled onto the street.
He charged me $20–double what he should have, but I was too sick to argue. Maybe I vomited in the cab. I don’t know. It’s the price you pay. The $20 was just the beginning.
Hot shower. I thought I could wash away the queasies. Everything came out then. I mean everything. My innards spewed out…from every hole in my body. Snot, puke, piss, shit. For once, I thanked God for not having a boyfriend. What he would have had to put up with. Coming home to this monstrosity. Ugh, it was ugly. Disgusting. Words cannot describe the scene before bed. Ewwww.
I woke up trembling. My clothes were strewn along the hallway. My bathroom was a disaster.
A text message from the birthday boy: Thanks for an awesome night! Had tons of fun and felt lots of love–thanks for that!! I even got to hold some hair over the toilet…Hope you survived…!
It was a fun night. The birthday boy and his girlfriend. Another friend and me. Four of us partying like we were back in business school.
Over the course of the night I consumed:
1 pinot noir
1 cabernet
2 jaeger bombs
1 champagne cocktail
Wine, hard alcohol, beer, and champagne. What the fuck? The jaeger bombs must have been deadly considering the state I woke up in. It was surprisingly tasty. So much so that I finished off my friend’s! I feel ill thinking about last night. I think we all woke up with the dizzies judging from the text messages I got today.
I managed to get myself on the bus. I’m so lucky I live along a major bus line. Sandwiched between two homeless men, I thought about how much I love living in the city. The diversity. The urbanness. My car had a ticket on it (street cleaning), but I was too hungover to care.
Food made me feel better. I even got some culture in by heading back downtown and watching Blackbird at the American Conservatory Theater. It was a disturbing play about a man and a woman meeting for the first time in 15 years after having had an improper relationship.
BYE BY BLACKBIRD
By Mort Dixon and Ray Henderson
Pack up all my care and woe
Here I go, singing low
Bye bye blackbird
Where somebody waits for me
Sugar’s sweet, so is she
Bye bye blackbird
No one here can love or understand me
Oh what hard luck stories they all hand me
Make my bed and light the light
I’ll arrive late tonight
Blackbird, bye bye
No one here can love or understand me
Oh, oh what hard luck stories they all hand me
Make my bed and light the light
I’ll arrive late tonight
Blackbird, bye bye
I’ve been stuck on the couch ever since. I’m elated that tomorrow is a holiday.
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