Friday Flash -- I Knew I Was In Trouble When...
It's one of those nights.
No, not really -- I don't really know what kind of night this one's gonna be. I haven't had one like it before, though. I'm sure about that.
It all started with that bottle of wine I shared with my neighbor, Rainbow. Yeah, her parents were hippies. Red wine, the only kind we wine snobs drink in winter (we save white for summer. Hey -- I said we were snobs.). This was a new brand, kinda like that "Vampire" wine, which the store is ALWAYS sold out of, but this one promised to be just as good if not better. "Nosferatu". Yeah, I know, I had my doubts, and I knew I was in trouble when the cork crumbled halfway out of the bottle, but it was a long day and I was so looking forward to kicking back with a glass and chatting with Rainbow...
While waiting the 5 minutes for the wine to breathe (I know, we needed to wait longer, but Rainbow and I are never big on patience!), I perused the back label. "First pour from a bottle corked tight, and you shall have an endless night!" Wow, stealing from Shakespeare to promote wine -- gotta love it! Hoped it wouldn't taste as bad as Lambrusco.
It didn't. Not at all. It was surprisingly good, and we both loved it. The whole bottle, and then the second bottle (which was supposed to be for next week). Totally regretted it, when the sun hit my eyes the next morning. I wore my shades all the way into my work building and even into my cubicle, not even bothering to turn on the desk lamp. Damn overhead lights were so bright!!
And I was so thirsty! All day long, couldn't get enough water. Weirdest thing -- my headache got worse as the day went on, the more water I drank. Usually, hangover headaches got better with the H20 consumption. Halfway through the day, my boss got a look at me and sent me home. "Don't be bringing that flu in here. Jesus! You look terrible! Go home and get some rest, and keep whatever germs you have to yourself!"
That was perfect, because I was feeling really tired. Like, totally dragging tired. My throat was getting sore, too. Great -- strep? Flu? And that closing on Friday, followed by Rainbow's big birthday bash. Awesome, I get sick now?
Not so awesome was the 2 o'clock sun -- I wore two pairs of sunglasses on the way home, my eyes hurt so bad. So here I am, holed up in my bedroom on a gorgeous June day, birds singing outside, driving me insane because my head can't stop pounding!
Oh wait -- that's the door. It's Stephen, Rainbow's boyfriend. She's not doing so well at all, either, and he's here to borrow some aspirin.
"Ok," I mumble, backing away from the door. "Come on in."
"What the hell are you doing wearing sunglasses in your apartment? Shit! It's so dark in here, you don't need them. Ow! What the fu-- aw, great, I'm bleeding. Hey," he held up his and, and I could see the beautiful, ruby-red liquid running down it, even in the darkness, even in my shades. Such a delicious shade of red...
"Don't just stand there, dumbass!" he yelled. "Get me a band-aid, or a tourniquet!"
God, I am so thirsty.
No, not really -- I don't really know what kind of night this one's gonna be. I haven't had one like it before, though. I'm sure about that.
It all started with that bottle of wine I shared with my neighbor, Rainbow. Yeah, her parents were hippies. Red wine, the only kind we wine snobs drink in winter (we save white for summer. Hey -- I said we were snobs.). This was a new brand, kinda like that "Vampire" wine, which the store is ALWAYS sold out of, but this one promised to be just as good if not better. "Nosferatu". Yeah, I know, I had my doubts, and I knew I was in trouble when the cork crumbled halfway out of the bottle, but it was a long day and I was so looking forward to kicking back with a glass and chatting with Rainbow...
While waiting the 5 minutes for the wine to breathe (I know, we needed to wait longer, but Rainbow and I are never big on patience!), I perused the back label. "First pour from a bottle corked tight, and you shall have an endless night!" Wow, stealing from Shakespeare to promote wine -- gotta love it! Hoped it wouldn't taste as bad as Lambrusco.
It didn't. Not at all. It was surprisingly good, and we both loved it. The whole bottle, and then the second bottle (which was supposed to be for next week). Totally regretted it, when the sun hit my eyes the next morning. I wore my shades all the way into my work building and even into my cubicle, not even bothering to turn on the desk lamp. Damn overhead lights were so bright!!
And I was so thirsty! All day long, couldn't get enough water. Weirdest thing -- my headache got worse as the day went on, the more water I drank. Usually, hangover headaches got better with the H20 consumption. Halfway through the day, my boss got a look at me and sent me home. "Don't be bringing that flu in here. Jesus! You look terrible! Go home and get some rest, and keep whatever germs you have to yourself!"
That was perfect, because I was feeling really tired. Like, totally dragging tired. My throat was getting sore, too. Great -- strep? Flu? And that closing on Friday, followed by Rainbow's big birthday bash. Awesome, I get sick now?
Not so awesome was the 2 o'clock sun -- I wore two pairs of sunglasses on the way home, my eyes hurt so bad. So here I am, holed up in my bedroom on a gorgeous June day, birds singing outside, driving me insane because my head can't stop pounding!
Oh wait -- that's the door. It's Stephen, Rainbow's boyfriend. She's not doing so well at all, either, and he's here to borrow some aspirin.
"Ok," I mumble, backing away from the door. "Come on in."
"What the hell are you doing wearing sunglasses in your apartment? Shit! It's so dark in here, you don't need them. Ow! What the fu-- aw, great, I'm bleeding. Hey," he held up his and, and I could see the beautiful, ruby-red liquid running down it, even in the darkness, even in my shades. Such a delicious shade of red...
"Don't just stand there, dumbass!" he yelled. "Get me a band-aid, or a tourniquet!"
God, I am so thirsty.
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