Happy New Year
I woke up a little past 5:30 this morning. I rolled over, grabbed some clothes, checked to see if they smelled alright, and stumbled downstairs to take my shower. I don't know how I was functioning. Happy Hour had taken a bit of a toll on me.
The lights immediately gave me a sharp pain in my forehead and I turned them off almost as fast as I turned them on. I knew I couldn't take a shower in complete darkness (although I did consider it), so I covered my eyes with the shirt that I was holding and turned the lights back on. Fuck, why does the light need to be so goddamned bright?
As I stepped under the water my mind began to slowly wake up and remember the events that had taken place the night before.
**
Happy Hour. I've become a regular now and find it refreshing. I now know why people are always so anxious to get out on Thursday.
This happy hour was slightly different though. Tonight it was all about me. Everybody knows that I've been searching around for something to do for New Years. I didn't care where I was or who I was with so long as they had a lot of liquor and would let me smoke by myself inside. Oh yeah, and let me crash on their couch and forget that I had been there in the morning. For some reason though everyone is either leaving town or having a nice quiet evening alone.
What the fuck? What does somebody who's underaged need to do in order to get wasted around here, huh?
Since they knew I was in need of both liquor and a pick-me-up, we had a special early birds New Year celebration.
I started off with a large iced-tea with too much Grand Mariner mixed in. Uncle Ric (also known here as "Scott") gave me his bottle that he got for Christmas and I poured it all in. Gotta love those homemade drinks. I never had Grand Mariner before, but it gave me a swift kick up the ass, that's for sure. It didn't take me long before I noticed that the tone in my voice was getting louder and my legs began to tingle a bit. I knew I should have eaten a little snack before I went out.
Next was an absolute and tonic. Mama-mina actually let me have that and it was mighty good. It wasn't long before I found the bottom of the glass and went fishing for the ice chips.
To top it all off was Uncle Ric's rum and coke which was alright. Nothing fabulous that I haven't already had.
That was all consumed by me within two and half hours or so. I hadn't eaten anything for about five hours and knew that I was drunk. I guess that's what happens to small chicks like myself.
The dj came out around 9pm and I requested that he play Reptilia by The Strokes. If it was New Years then goddammit I wanted to listen to the fucking Strokes.
He did play the song, just not all of it. I got pissed off, marched right up to him and starting cussing like a sailor asking why the fuck didn't he play my entire goddamn song, huh? I told him it was fucking New Years and I wanted to fucking listen to just one goddamn song. Is that too much ask? Just play me one goddamn song. And it wasn't even that fucking loud you fucking asshole!
**
I stepped out of the shower, dried off and cringed at the memory. Shit. They're never going to allow me back in there again. Oh well.
I brushed my teeth twice and continued getting ready for work. As I began to dry my hair and apply my make-up I remembered about the lady I had hit on while I was in the bathroom.
**
"You're really tall. I've never seen a tall Canadian before."
"I'm not Canadian."
"Oh. Sorry. You just have a flag on your jacket that looks like the Canadian flag."
"It is the Canadian flag. I like the country."
"You know what? I have a jacket with the British flag on it. I'm not British but I love that goddamned country."
"That's nice."
"Thanks. By the way, nice cleavage."
"Um, thanks."
**
Somehow I manage to finish getting ready. Momma and Mel come downstairs and I have to act like I don't have a hangover. It's not a bad hangover though. I probably look so guilty. I can't look either one of them in the eyes.
Momma: "So are you going to tell me what happened last night?"
Me: "What are you talking about?"
Momma: "Well something must have happened for you to call Mendy last night."
Fuck. I totally forgot that I called her.
**
Me: "Hey man. It's me. I've been drinking. What's up?"
Mendy: "Not much. I just got off of work."
Me: "That's cool. Dude, I fucking love you, you know that? I love that you're my best friend and I don't want that to change. And you don't change me. And I won't change you. And I fucking love you man."
Mendy: "I love you too, Sam."
**
That's all of our conversation that I can remember and I doubt that's even what I said. According to my phone we talked for twenty minutes and fifty-four seconds so I remind myself to call her later and find out what I rambled on about.
I walk up to the kitchen, suck down two glasses of water and eat a crap breakfast that doesn't really make me feel better in the slightest. I grab all of my things and leave the house on time.
As I drive, I stare at the clouds, and notice how they always look so nice at this time in the morning. I decide that I'm obsessed with clouds and need to focus more on the road that is in front of me. But I can't. I stare at the airplanes that fly above me, listen to them, and wish that I was up in the air amongst the clouds.
When I arrive at work, I come upstairs like I always do, put my water bottle away in the refridgerator, set Mini up, and log into my computer, just like every morning. Then I take down my calander that I got from Nando's last year while we were in London, because as far as I'm concerned, it's already 2006.
Happy New Years, y'all.