Ughhhh, did I really...???? The Adventures of the High Heeled Soul.

Picture this: Monday morning- alarm blaring and your awoken up to an overwhelming need to pee, parched mouth, fuzzy minded and your completely naked. You have no clue how this happened, you normally don't sleep in that manner? This was my morning. So what happened, you ask? Well, I should try to start for the beginning; I say try cause the details are a bit sketchy in certain areas. Don't Judge me!

I was having a really crazy weekend. I was running around like a chicken without a head. I had several different events and was really trying to make it to all. Crazy, I know...I finally reach the final day's event taking the remnants off from the previous party, IE: glow bracelets, stickers, and almost forgot the head piece. No wonder the greeters to the catering hall eyed me funny. I had on Martian ears...smh. Searched for my friends and quickly took my seat. Luckily for me this was an informal dinner.

This was a celebration for my friends daughter’s spiritual awakening. Figure it out... My friend is my ex's sister. I not totally comfortable around him, call it what you want- unfinished business, closure needed. I don't know, but whatever it is it just needs to-go-away. He says we're friends, but I don't feel the same. I don't hate him, but I don't necessarily like him either-- yea more often than not - I don't. Shrug...it is what it is.

Moving on.....

I surveyed the buffet, chose wisely and it was an open bar-so I was set. The party was jumping. The music was pumping, the drinks were flowing, and we were dancing the night away. I was having a great time then suddenly and here is where it gets dicey. I don't know what happened! I was drunk! What!?!  !@#$%^&* Yea exactly! What the hell was going on?? I was done, and then suddenly I was walking, umm being walked to my car. Hazy memories cloud my mind, of being shuttled out of there but how???? Lawd.

I don't even remember how I made it down the stairs. In heels! Oh Goddess...what was in that- err, those glasses. That was not the liquor I know and am fond of. It was off; if it was any other place or any other group of people -I would of believe I was slipped some Rohypnol.

So apparently, I was driven home by my two chivalrous cohorts, *my ex & his kid sis, and deposited to my home. I can only remember patches of time. Something was definitely wrong. I DID NOT drink any amount of liquor for that to happen. So as if on autopilot, I opened and locked the doors behind me. Entered my room took off my outerwear -its winter out here. Proceeded to the restroom where I took my makeup off, put away my contacts, threw a head tie on and took off my clothes. Here is where I would look away if your faint of heart...I threw my life up! Thank goodness I was already in there; I made it to the toilet...eh---more or less just in time. Ugh. To know me is to know I HATE THROWING UP. HATE IT! 

As a young child when sick, I used to pray & bargain my good deeds; as if there was a sort of control that could be done to prevent my retching. Salts -which did help a bit, - sitting up instead of laying down, cold compresses; any and everything that could be attempted, I did. Crawling on all fours, I must of made it to bed...somehow.

Awake and feeling like death on a stick in the middle on the road as a semi truck running over, and over, I try to recollect my night. It seems that once I began to not make any sense my ex and ex's lil sis decided that it was a wrap for me. The haze with which I arose with did not disperse with my shower. Clothing was just thrown askew. Luckily, for me it was all in the same fashion and therefore I didn't look like a homeless clown. As I walked out of my house and with every step a painful reminder or the night before; I realized I had no clue where my car was??? WTF, did he take the car with him...as I slowly walked to the bus stop I saw my car and it was parked very nicely down the block.

What. The. Fuck. Happened last night? I decided that a Gingerale was definitely in order...got one at the bodega down the block and just waited for the next bus. Oh what a night....

Later in the day, thoroughly embarrassed, I sucked up my pride and text the ex...'Sigh' I thanked him for taking care of me and getting me home? He simply answered, "That’s what friends are for?"  That was the guy who I fell for initially. Still I couldn't help asking myself are we?
*Yea I know that was very nice of him, don't be too enamored. He has been pretty hideous at times, I digress.

I braced myself for the next call I had to make; I needed to apologize to my girlfriend. 

xox So Xirious xox