Journey

You Thought Hangovers Are Bad, Well I Got Something Worse...

After a few more minutes I hear Gillie start to walk in to my holding place, also known as a bedroom, so I hurry and run to the bed as if it were my salvation and protector. 

Gillie walks in and says, "You can stop fake sleeping he is gone."

I reply boldly, "What to the heck is going on? I do not remember coming here, and voluntarily I think definitely not? I mean did you ever consider people may be like actually worried about me?" 

He answers, "You know that never really crossed my mind. You should really, call them and tell them to call of the search party. For the record you weren't lucid enough to put two words together, let alone drive yourself home. But if you want leave, be my guest no pun intended you know where our keys are."

As he finishes he gestures to the small, quaint table where my keys lay resting with nothing else on it.

I inquire, "So what really happened last night then? Nothing between us or anything else right?"

He contests,"I like to think of myself at least one whole pedestal higher than that of some crazy Chester the Molester. As far as last night goes all you need to know was that there was an altercation."

I repeat unsure, "An altercation?"

He continues matter of factly, "Yes, that is the synapses. That is the end, or in Spanish el fin, in Italian la fine, Scottish Gaelic an deireadh, and in..."

He starts to stare bewilderingly at me as I gather my things and prepare to head out. In less than five I am ready to get the show on the road. But wait, I almost forgot to flip him the universal sign for screw off.

Back at the house, I trudge into the bathroom to the medicine counter to take some pain pills for something worst kind of hang over known, a tequila hangover. My question is, where did I OD on tequila, and when? 

As soon as I turned around I saw the whole kit and caboodle nagging me about my whereabouts, claiming that they thought myself dead.

Cam emphasizes, "Just where have you been? What is your explanation?"

Esme continues on in less shock, "And without calling or texting so that we know at least if it is the 'All American Physco' killing you or 'Norman Bates'. Either way both concerning. "

Cam retorts, "I mean we slept huddled on the couch with our phones on and with full volume in case you texted!"

Esme follows with, "Do you know how hard it is to actually have to bond with people, I mean why do you think we passed out."

Rae just says, "So what was so wild you missed GGNI? Don't worry, the out-of-stater got filled in somewhat."

I interrupt the worried expressions with, " Well hello to you to. Yes, I am feeling quite well thank you. The weather? The last I saw it was rather blue, and if my memory doesn't proceed me sunny..."

Rae laughs, Cam punches me with slightly more force than usual in the should, and Esme says, "Really Grace. Really. Sometimes I just wonder."

I defend myself, " Well I come in with something worse than a tequila hangover, a thousand things and stressors on my mind, yet all you care about is where I have been and how I ditched you last night. Just take a giant chill pill, I lived obvs, I am breathing double obvs..."

They all respond with, "Well excuse us for caring!" Then they share a 'Did we really all say and think the same thing/Great minds think likewise' moment only using their eyes. After a brief five seconds, the argument is over and it turns to overly tired teenage girl laughter.

I state, "You guys got some skill. And  realized what I said before came out wrong and in utter jerk, like two seconds after it was said and done. But you know me always saying the wrong thing. I will tell you what really happened over breakfast, where's Jackie?"

After they nod in approval, Esme disappears, and then before I knew enough to bend my knees and clench my hands, a 50 plus pound dog pushed me over and had me pinned to the floor, giving me all the I missed you, haven't seen you in a year love.

I sit up and pet her and hug her affectionately. Suddenly, I feel a buzz in my pants pocket coming from my phone. The ringtone set to this buzz pattern was the "Gilmore Girls" theme song, therefore it was an undeniable text. Ugh, I actually have to  talk to people. I hope this step up from a hang over semi-subsides. I pull out my phone, read the text from Gilbert, the CEO of a company, and running his own company. 

His first text reads, "Hello sunshine."

I respond, "First, don't call me sunshine. Second good-bye."

Cam asks, "Y'all good there?"

I reply with, "Good as ever."

I ignore the buzzing, and put my phone on mute as we all start the next challenge of the day. Cooking breakfast and being an adult and cleaning the mess. Everything else priority numero dos.