My memory is a little fuzzy. As I attempt to sit up and reacquaint myself with my surroundings, I feel everything spinning around me. Toilet. Shower. Sink. I guess I slept on the bathroom floor last night. Given how much I drank, I’m not sure how I got home, nor how I managed to make it up the stairs and in to the bathroom without seriously injuring myself. With each burp, I taste the remnants of last night’s tequila. Shitty and cheap tequila with a name I didn’t even recognize, I might add. It tasted like sour apples, but I can’t fully complain because it did its job. My body isn’t giving me the option to throw up. Maybe I should’ve taken everyone’s advice and had that slice of pizza after all. Using the sink for support, I slowly stand up and hunch over. I look around for my phone to see what time it is, but it’s nowhere to be found. I know I look like shit, so I avoid looking at my reflection, stumble out of the bathroom, and make my way toward my bedroom.
Strange enough, my purse somehow made it to my bedroom before I did. Maybe I threw it in here and ran straight to the bathroom last night? Ugh, whatever. The bottom of my phone peeks out of my purse. At least now I know where my phone is. I decide against checking for messages and instead, sprawl out across my bed, trying not to feel everything at once. I’m sure someone repeatedly punched me in the head last night because I’ll admit, I get a little sloppy when I’m drunk. It wasn’t always like this, though. As the years have passed, I started to drink less. Nowadays, a glass or two of red wine watching The Bachelor is enough to make me tipsy. Last night was the first time in years I decided to revert back to my old college ways, and I am fully regretting it right now.
Originally, I planned to stay in and catch up on terrible reality TV, but my sister talked me in to what she calls a “treat yo self” night. She invited a couple of people, I invited a couple of people; needless to say, it was a great night. I was finally able to let loose again, and I didn’t realize how much I needed the release. I deeply exhale, silently thanking God that it is Sunday. I’ve got a full day to stay in bed, drink my fluids, and fully recover for tomorrow’s presentation at work. Melissa and I have been working nonstop on rebranding for the company. Everything has been riding on this rebrand; our jobs would officially be in jeopardy if corporate doesn’t like our ideas. In other words, the stress levels have been real, so I can’t feel too guilty for last night’s turn of events.
My phone obnoxiously rings, causing the pain from my headache to circulate through my entire body. Wanting to just turn my phone off for complete silence, I crawl out of bed and toward my purse. My blankets stick to me, as if they want me to stay in bed. I take a quick look at the caller ID. Why is Melissa calling?
“He-hello?” I burp, wincing at the faint taste of sour apple.
“Hello? Nat?” Melissa’s voice is almost a whisper. “Where the fuck are you?” I hear chattering in the background.
“What are you talking about? Where are you?” I rub my temples.
“You’re kidding, right? I’m at work! The presentation is today!” she fiercely replies.
“Um, it’s Sunday.” I roll my eyes. I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t go out the night before a huge presentation. But then again, I have been so busy lately that I might’ve lost track of what day it really is. I put her on speaker as I hurriedly take the phone away from my ear and glance at my calendar. “Fuuuuuuck!” I yell out, quickly throwing my blankets aside. “Girl…it’s Monday,” I hear Melissa say.