asset noir: cat in the sun
only a moment or so ago i was in an even neutral. a beautiful state of rest requiring only a minimum of brain activity to allow for merely necessary function. on my mat bed facing the sun in a cozy fetal pose i could feel the shape of my laptop pressed against my thigh. i was going to write eventually (see i am), but the idea of performing any activity that required my eyes to remain open was sure to bring back the bad taste. the bad taste of nausea, the bad taste that runs down the underside of my forehead from the welt of pain in my cranium to the pit of my stomach. sure had a lot of fun at the vampire club again last night–but now there is the ill, the gooseflesh. the sweating, beating fight of my body to rid itself of whatever impurities were in that bottom shelf tequila. i was fine if i could just keep my head positioned properly on my stretchy awesome pillow–my pretty–the best pillow that ever was–here to save me from the ache. the fan was going, i was like a cat in a warm puddle of sunlight from the 72degree sunday afternoon snuggled next to my sleeping powerbook. suddenly i got the chills. my body went all pixelated. i had the fleeting hope that it was just my powerbook sucking me into some awesome internet world circa captain N the gamemaster, but then i got the hiccups.
cat in the sun
hiccups are bad. hiccups are very very bad. i tried again and again to hold my breath so hard until it hurt, until i get a fuzzy rush to my head. but no it just means i’m going to barf again.
god throwing up sucks a lot. it sucks so much. and i did it multiple times this morning, this afternoon, and finally, just before the pepto bismol (why didn’t i think of that stuff sooner? glorious disgusting pink savior potion) kicked in.
last night was great. i dyed kat’s hair a garnet red. we put on makeup and tank tops and took the boys to noc noc. the alibi room is losing its favor with me, somebody kick the dj in the pants and call it even.
the vampire club is fantastic because it’s void of the completely dull and lifeless clubgoers who are all about as interesting as Top 40. at least at the vampire club they are scary and gothic and wearing fantastic white make up and mohawks and have a much better dance floor. besides we totally ran into Coyote and hlav. i feel kind of bad because by the end of the night i was so drunk i was practically shouting into hlav’s ear, something about regrets for not going to the internationalist party. HOWEVER, i turned in my subscription information and as of yet still don’t have a subscription.
kat and i danced like mad whores again. only after i got out there on the dance floor and immediately froze. i grabbed kat and told her i needed more alcohol, which she promptly agreed to. then kat and jared and i took tequila shots and ran back out. i think kat and i had a couple more later. at some point somebody mentioned wanting a cigarette (was it kat?) and i jumped up and ran out into the bar area to look for someone to ask. i found a guy in a booth with a whole bunch of people. he had a red and white mohawk that was tousled and all over the place. his name was michael, and he didn’t have any cigarettes rolled but he told me to wait and he would pop over to the store next door and buy some. i was so proud of myself i ran and got kat. lo and behold i actually found him again and he supplied us. later that night as we were all in mike’s car on the way home we turned left onto the I-5 freeway enterance near capital hill and we saw michael walking up the hill going home. we screamed and pounded on the window and he saw us and waved.
last night i was alive, this morning i was dead to the world. i totally deserved this hangover. i knew it was going to be an all-afternooner. mike brought me water and a cookie. i fell asleep on my face in my squishy pretty pillow all day long. mike brought me pepto bismol after i managed to revive myself enough to walk, i took it, waiting a bit, threw up again and was fine. kat called and asked if we could help move brian into his new apartment above kat and jared. i was able to sit in the truck and hold it down and look menacing so people wouldn’t steal his stuff. after not eating all day long i scarfed down four slices of pizza at zeeks and had a sprite to ease the turmoil. i briefly remembered an occasion i had to go up to the tahuya store as a kid and buy a 2 liter bottle of 7up for my mom and her ailing tummy. bubbly is good.
i said it was a waste of a day but it wasn’t.
and i’m better now.
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