Funny how random conversations can spur memories you had managed to squash way down under several layers of guilt and shame.
Working with a web developer today (shout out to my good friend C) via Skype I mentioned I owed him many beverages of choice. Several selections were mentioned and then the “T” word broke through. You know that stuff named Jose who proclaims to be a friend of mine and contains a nasty little critter with no legs?
I suddenly remembered a really fun evening spent in the company of really good friends who always had my back and my best interests at heart. Well……except when it came to that “T” stuff. I was pranked, I was punk’d and eventually.....well....drunked.
I felt FAN-FREAKING-TASTIC. Yes.I.Did.
Untillllllllllll..................the next day. I woke up thinking I'd been on the horn end of a charging rhino. Feeling my way to the bathroom with one hand, clutching my pounding head with the other, I reassured myself with the fact that I was, at least, still alive.
Lifting my eyes to the bathroom mirror, I saw a strange yellow deranged thing looking back at me. Yes, it's true........my eyes were yellow. Blue and yellow is kind of a nice combo in a country kitchen curtain, but one does not want to be on the inside looking out of yellow eyes.
And as if that were not bad enough, I learned the next day I had to be physically restrained from leaving to board a plane and going to Chicago (this was waaaaaaaay before 9-11, when one could have those impulses in flying). Oddly enough........I don't know anyone in Chicago and I can't imagine why I wanted to go there. I blame Scut Farkus and his evil yellow eyes.
No comments:
Post a Comment