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Oh what a way to leave the past year behind and bring in the new year. If yesterday/today was any indication of what the next year will bring, it's gonna be one hell of a bumpy ride. It's time to fasten your seatbelt folks.
Ready?
Saturday December 31st, I was fortunate enough to be schedule to work at the fine hour of 5:30 am. The previous night it had begun to snow rather badly and continued into the morning. I departed that morning at 5 am, believing this to be plenty of time to make it to work on time, safe and sound. However, I was incorrect. A few minutes later my father received a telephone call. "daddy?" And then click. After I finally won the war with my cell phone's reception, I informed my parents that I had found my way into a ditch, barely missing a telephone pole. In the short version of the story, my parents arrive and miraculously manage to pull the car from the roadside descension of horror. Arriving at work only 30 minutes late, I spend the morning in awe at how damn lucky I am.
The remainder of my thoughts surrounded the plans I had made for that evening, New Years Eve. I would finally be having that second date with Chris, roughly four months having passed. The way I figured it, a New Year's Eve date insured at least a midnight kiss. We would be attending a party at the home of good ol' Loof. I looked forward to the grand time that was sure to be experienced.
Needless to say, we drank some stuff. In fact, we drank a lot of stuff. I have never been so boozed-up in my life. That's what New Year's Eve is all about after all, isn't it? However, I would have to say I drank a bit too much. I was fine until we left to check out another party. This is where I begin to lose large gaps of time in my memory. Apparently, as soon as the car was parked, my body decided to rid itself of the poison. I vomited all over Chris' car, as well as on myself. Now that is attractive. I assume that when the clock hit 12:00 I was somewhere near a toilet. So much for my midnight kiss. My recollection of the events that followed is scarce and unusually random. I was put to bed immediately upon returning to Loof's. I was out. Later in the morning I awoke feeling fine, the toxic liquid having been rejected by my body. Chris came up to check up on me to make sure I was okay. Keeping it PG... we may or may not have made out for a bit.
We slept and got back in time for me to make it to work at 10:30. Working was rather difficult, not because I was hung over but because I was exhausted and had difficulty handling people. I wanted to stab nearly every person that came through the drive-thru. It is a good thing there are no sharp objects near the window. Due to the split shift I worked, most of my day was spent there. During the three hours inbetween shifts I came home to shower and returned to Lomira early in order to clean Chris's car. I now wait for my laundry to rid my jacket of the foul smell and blotches of my own filthy stomach acid.
Ready?
Saturday December 31st, I was fortunate enough to be schedule to work at the fine hour of 5:30 am. The previous night it had begun to snow rather badly and continued into the morning. I departed that morning at 5 am, believing this to be plenty of time to make it to work on time, safe and sound. However, I was incorrect. A few minutes later my father received a telephone call. "daddy?" And then click. After I finally won the war with my cell phone's reception, I informed my parents that I had found my way into a ditch, barely missing a telephone pole. In the short version of the story, my parents arrive and miraculously manage to pull the car from the roadside descension of horror. Arriving at work only 30 minutes late, I spend the morning in awe at how damn lucky I am.
The remainder of my thoughts surrounded the plans I had made for that evening, New Years Eve. I would finally be having that second date with Chris, roughly four months having passed. The way I figured it, a New Year's Eve date insured at least a midnight kiss. We would be attending a party at the home of good ol' Loof. I looked forward to the grand time that was sure to be experienced.
Needless to say, we drank some stuff. In fact, we drank a lot of stuff. I have never been so boozed-up in my life. That's what New Year's Eve is all about after all, isn't it? However, I would have to say I drank a bit too much. I was fine until we left to check out another party. This is where I begin to lose large gaps of time in my memory. Apparently, as soon as the car was parked, my body decided to rid itself of the poison. I vomited all over Chris' car, as well as on myself. Now that is attractive. I assume that when the clock hit 12:00 I was somewhere near a toilet. So much for my midnight kiss. My recollection of the events that followed is scarce and unusually random. I was put to bed immediately upon returning to Loof's. I was out. Later in the morning I awoke feeling fine, the toxic liquid having been rejected by my body. Chris came up to check up on me to make sure I was okay. Keeping it PG... we may or may not have made out for a bit.
We slept and got back in time for me to make it to work at 10:30. Working was rather difficult, not because I was hung over but because I was exhausted and had difficulty handling people. I wanted to stab nearly every person that came through the drive-thru. It is a good thing there are no sharp objects near the window. Due to the split shift I worked, most of my day was spent there. During the three hours inbetween shifts I came home to shower and returned to Lomira early in order to clean Chris's car. I now wait for my laundry to rid my jacket of the foul smell and blotches of my own filthy stomach acid.
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