December to remember

For a person who had a late night the night before, I woke real early this morning. It was as early as 7.30am. It certainly wasn't pleasant waking up to a vague recollection of last night, a slight headache, an overwhelming hunger pangs and the cigarette stench that I hate oh so much all over my hair and clothes.

I tried to force myself to go back to sleep but seconds later, I received a text from my man. I replied his text briefly, got up and I sat at the edge of my bed, trying to recall my night out at Sid's.

I remember my man took an excellet care of me.

I remember I puked thrice. My second time, I missed the bowl. My gag was all over the seat.

I remember going back and forth trying to get the birthday boy ride on the same boat. Hah!

I remember what I needed to remember that you think I didn't.

I remember my man pouring my stout into his and insist that the lesser one is mine.

I remember Zeb being exceptionally happy that I'm finally coming on board.

I remember the face that expresses nothing  but negativity.

Honestly, I remembered everything from the night before from 9.15pm, 1.15am and everything in between.

Hmmmm. Twas a night.

Until then. Perhaps next year. Maybe never again.