I should. But I AM AWAKE. and it's too late to take an ambien.
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I'm so sorry, Consuela. Just because you know it's coming doesn't make it all that much easier.
Doesn't need to be said twice -- felt twice, for sure.
I should. But I AM AWAKE. and its too late to take an ambien.
Oh dear.
I've been more or less awake since 5. I kept trying to go back to sleep, but it wouldn't stick. Dear brain, it's Sunday! Back off.
I am so sorry, Consuela.
Consuela, I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry, Consuela.
I'm sorry, Connie. Try to get some rest.
So. Guess who got a call at 4am from Emmett's friend Desiree, telling me he'd been throwing up violently for two hours?
Laura's mom was already there when I drove across the bridge and got to the hotel to collect him. (Laura was his date.)
He doesn't have a lot of experience drinking, but now he knows not to mix Absinthe, grain alcohol and Peach Vodka.
Spoiler font because it's so gag worthy.
Anyway. I ain't even mad. Nobody was driving drunk. His friends took care of him and called when it was beyond their control. And he won't like the smell of licorice for the rest of his life.
It happened back at his hotel room too, so minimal public humiliation, though I'm sure he'll be a topic of conversation when everybody meets for breakfast.
And he was looking so damn smooth before the Prom.