Stolen Lines #4

Feeling both empowered and terrified as I drove into work, I looked up at the sky and started talking.

What was i thinking last night? Who was that? How'd we wind up there? FUCK! I have a staff meeting in an hour! Navigating traffic, showering and looking somewhat presentable before attending will be challenging to say the least but if given the opportunity, i'd do it again. No doubt about it. Something about the taint of danger and borderline inappropriate activity is exciting...

The previous night had played out like a series of mini movies on my drive home. They felt more like film strips on the cutting board floor as i struggled to put them together in order. It was a Sunday. There had been a football game. We decided to drink but not much at first. Someone picked up a 30 pack against the league officials suggestions. The team won by a large margin. We decided to join others at a bar. More drinks were consumed. It became karaoke night. I sang songs. I sang many songs. I wound up at someone's apartment in Wrigley. I don't know how or why. I was making out with a stranger, not a complete stranger but definitely a friend of a friend in a different circle on someone else's couch. I passed out on the couch hours later with the distinct possibility of doing so mid-makeout, I couldn't recall.

I woke up on said couch being humped by a dog determined to jostle me from comfort. I was hungover. I looked like shit. I was in shorts and a t-shirt, generally an outfit i'd be able to get away with at work however, with questionable beer stains, a definite spot of taco bell and other such remnants on the front, it probably wouldn't fly. If i looked like shit, I smelt ten times worse. A shower was in order there was no doubt about it.

My life needed a makeover but I wasn't ready. I didn't know why i put myself in precarious situations or why i felt the need to indulge in excessive drinking on a Sunday night but it was fun and of the moment and as such I fell in line. I was nervous about my double life getting out but loved the fact that I could continually exist in a state of organized pandemonium over the weekends as long as I didn't go blowing it by skipping work on Monday morning or missing monthly staff meetings! I was at the top of my game...and I never really looked back, not until now of course.

"I stole the first line of this post from Stay Tuned, by Jenniffer Weigel". Stolen Lines is a project generated by Grace over at Law With Grace, she's really quite brilliant!