*~ Akdha SS Beautiful Illusion Chp 3 updated on pg 35 11 march *~ - Page 11

I woke up in a strange hotel room. Cotton mouth, a strange,

sweet taste on my tongue, a feeling that every muscle was bloated

and filled with liquid. My head was pounding, my hands shaking.

My hair hurt, and the light streaming through the window was

just.too.bright. I attempted to run one hand through my hair, but

the hand was caught in a massive tangle. I pulled on my hair, then

gave up. The tangle was not going to come out. I felt nauseated,

and the sensation that came over me was that I was about to hurl. I

swallowed hard several times until the feeling passed. I had no

idea where the bathroom was, and the last thing I wanted to do

was throw up in the bed. Where was I? And who was this guy in

this bed? A head of dark hair, but the body was covered in a sheet.

He was breathing heavily, evidently knocked cold.

Wait a guy on the bed ?

What a guy on the bed?

Am' I dreaming or what?

I pinch hard on my hand, hyeeeiii ohhh!!!

I surreptitiously sneaked out of the bed, hoping that my clothes

were around somewhere. On tip-toe, I prowled around the room. It

seemed to be a very nice room. A suite, in fact. I didn't have time

to really look around, though. I had to get out of there. I got on my

hands and knees, looking under the bed. Nothing was there. I

crawled around the room, becoming frantic at the prospect of not

being able to find my clothes. I finally got up, and tip-toed out of

the room, and into the next room.

Through bleary eyes, my head pounding like a Stuart

Copeland drum solo, I finally saw my clothes in a pile. My

precious red Mary Jane Jimmy Choos, which I spent way too

much on, were next to the white sofa. My skirt and shirt were next

to them.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

I looked at my hand, which was shaking. I didn't know if I was

shaking because of the situation or because of the effects of the

hangover.

Probably both.

3I got dressed, then realized that I had no idea where my purse

was. Panic started anew in my throat. By now, I was beginning to

understand that this particular suite was gorgeous. Modern art on

the walls, and the furniture was modern as well. Distinctively

modern. Soft white leather, chrome feet. Marble coffee table in

front. Enormous flat screen TV. There were roses on a glass

table by the window.

This guy certainly had taste.

Just then I heard my ring tone. Radiohead's Creep. It was

across the room, and I shot over to my purse. My ring tone was so

f**king loud! I immediately silenced it. But, the phone helped me

find my purse, so there was that.

Then I crept out the door, shutting it gently behind me.

And left the hotel.

Out side the hotel I'was waiting for the cab

What the hell no one is stopping

Erhhh what is wrong with this city?

Ahhh at last I got a CAB!!!!

In the cab on the way home, I tried to piece it all together.

Where was I? I was doing shots in a bar. Happy Hour. I met a

guy last night. Obviously. I couldn't remember much about him. I

don't think that I could pick him out of a lineup at this point.

You're too old for this shit. It had been a good seven years since I

was in college, and college was the last time I had this kind of

s**tty one night stand. I don't even remember why I started

drinking so much. My thoughts were hazy, and I felt exhausted,

like every cell in my body was filled with alcohol.

Let me see...I was going to meet a guy off the Internet. That

didn't pan out. Of course. I don't think that he even showed up.

And I...went up to a guy and started chatting with him. Which was

totally like me. When I am drinking, anyhow. Otherwise, I'm

painfully shy and insecure about myself.

I didn't remember too many details. Everything was a blur.

I examined my phone, holding my breath. Please, please,

please let there not be any dialed calls late last night. Shaking, I

looked through my log of dialed calls. Drunk dialing would be just

like me. There should be some kind of invention where the phone

could tell if you have had a few too many and prevent you from

calling anybody.

4Nothing was on the dialed calls log.

I sighed in relief.

Then I just sighed.

I'm too old for this shit.

I looked again at the call log, to see who had actually called

me this morning. It was my best friend, Moti. I called a cab,

then called her on my drive home.

"Yeah," I said. "What's up?"

"Hey there, girlfriend, how you doing?"

"Great, great." Or, I would be doing great if I

"Great, great." Or, I would be doing great if I didn't have the

overwhelming feeling that I was about to hurl. The motion of the

cab was literally making me gag.

This was going to be a long cab ride home.

"Oh, I did something really, really stupid," I said.

"What's that?"

"I met somebody and went home with him. I just got done

taking the walk of shame, and I'm in the cab right now."

"Groovy," she said. "You need to get laid. How long has it

been?"

"Since the early stone age," I said. "At least. One thing,

though."

"What's that?"

"I don't remember any of it. I have no idea who was in the bed

next to me this morning." Oh, god, this is so embarrassing.

"So, what are you doing now?"

"I gotta pit bull rescue to do. I really don't feel like it. I just

want to go home and go to bed. And puke. I need to seriously

puke. But that dog needs me, so I gotta go."

"That's too bad. I was calling to see if you wanted to have

lunch somewhere."

"Maybe tomorrow. Sunday brunch maybe."

"Sure, let's meet for brunch."

At that, we made a date to meet at a restaurant that was central

to both of us. It's a place that serves a hearty brunch buffet. Right

at that moment, though, any kind of food sounded unappetizing, to

say the very least.

I went home, actually made myself throw up, changed, then

went to the abandoned house where a pit bull was left in the

basement after the owners were foreclosed. It was scary how

many of these calls we get. I went to the house, permit to enter in

many opened the door and went downstairs There was a 9-month

old puppy down there, whining and barking. When she saw me

her entire little body squirmed with delight. I kneeled down, and

she licked me on the face profusely. I had a bag of food with me, a

jug of water and a bowl, and I fed her and gave her the water. She

wolfed down the food, looked to me for more, and gulped the

water.

"There, there, my little one," I said. "That's all you can have

for now, but you'll get more in the shelter, I promise." She licked

me some more as I unchained her, leashed her, put her in my car,

and took her to a shelter. I had a large carrier in the car, and I

could hear her whining.

I prayed that she would find a forever home quickly.

Pit bulls really are the sweetest dogs.

After my rescue mission, I headed home and passed out on the

couch.

Oh, I'm never drinking again.

Never ever ohh god who was he

Dammm I can't remember also

Shit dammm me

What The Hell ????

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