i probably shouldn't have gotten drunk last night.
i tend to say that every time mr. daniels
and his crew come over with their bottles and whatnot.
but it was a long day
and i had no excuse
not to down five quick shots
followed by an oh-so dangerous chaser.

i guess that's why when i stumbled out of my room
at 2 in the morning
with ash in my hair
and a side-ways grin ensuing mischief on my face,
you looked at me a little awkwardly.

i tried to act smooth.
i meant to say
"hey there, what's good?"
but instead i said
"heeeeeeeeey therr, wa goooood?"

you laughed at me.
i thought it was a personal attack on my pride.
how can you laugh at a girl that can hardly stand?
i tried to ask you this...
but i fell over.

you caught me in both your arms
and for a moment i soberly thought how nice
it would be to just rest my head upon
your sweatered-sleeves and close my eyes.

you stood me up and soon
the over-whelming wave of nausea that
usually accompanies an empty stomach
and an illegal blood-alcohol content overwhelmed me with its churning fury.

i couldn't remember where the bathroom was.
i was trapped, my building became
an inescapable asylum and i couldn't find my roommate
and the only person that i could see
with blurred double-vision
was you.

the boy downstairs.

and you were looking at me sadly
and opened the bathroom door for me
and as i rushed inside to meet the bowl
you held my hair
and rubbed my back.

"silly girl" you said.
between gasps and heaves
i tried to be charming.
i doubt it was sexy.

i don't remember falling asleep on the bathroom floor.
(i guess that's a good thing.)
when i came to
you told me i had blacked out
you were worried.
i told you i was okay.
you nodded.

i didn't feel like divulging alcoholic remnants
to porcelain anymore
but my head throbbed
my stomach ached
my eyes stung
and i was weak.

but you brought me to bed
tucked me in with flannel blankets
turned out the light
and put the garbage can next to me.

you turned to leave but i asked you to stay
just until i fell asleep.

i've never met a boy so charming
that held me so close right after barfing.

11/18/2004

Posted on 11/19/2004
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