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drinks, Michelle a little more, and we enjoyed the nightlife energy. I couldn’t remember the countdown to the New Year because just before things got so blurry. At the time of the countdown, the crowd’s chanted numbers were slurred like voices under water. The room seemed to move in slow motion and my heart sped double its rate. In desperate need of familiarity, I turned to Michelle and saw her head cradled her in her palms. I blacked out.
We both woke up in a rinky-dink hotel in downtown L.A. the morning of the first day of the year , clearly having been with men whose identities we had no idea of. I remember being so hung over that when my eyes opened I couldn’t move. I thought I was dreaming. The eggshell shaded walls were stained from water damage, the entire room wreaked of mildew.
I heard sharp whimpers from a room nearby. I struggled to my feet from the cricking bed. I lost my balance after about the fourth step. I followed the sounds of the cry until it led me to the bathroom and I found Michelle bent over by the bathtub. She was totally naked crying her eyes out. When she recognized me she screamed, sprouted to my wavering frame and grabbed onto me. She pulled too hard because I vomited all over us. I was sick, weak and emotionally bruised. Who could have done this to us? My aching body told stories of defenseless violation.
After managing to get myself cleaned up , I asked Michelle why she was so beside herself. I understood the circumstances but her cries were more like pleas. She couldn’t even look herself in the mirror when washing her smeared makeup off. I knew that I could shut my emotions down as easily as one could switch purses with an outfit, but there was something strange about her reaction. Her eyes were hazel with specs of green, her skin was pale, all of the color had drained from her face. This was difficult considering Michelle’s pigmentation, but she was as pale as a ghost.
She kept her head down at the sink. Her shoulders were collapsed in defeat and her entire body trembled. “I cheated on Mark. I can’t even remember what happened last night or who we were with. I feel like a slut!” she sobbed.
“I’m in the same boat. The only reason I believe I used protection last night is because I saw condom wrappers in the bedroom. Let’s just be grateful that we’re still alive and get on with our lives.”
Michelle’s body jumped as she pivoted to face me and she gasped, “We acted very irresponsibly last night! How could we have just come back to a hotel with men we didn’t even know? How could we have drank so much?”
“Michelle!” I trilled while holding my head. My screams caused my head to throb and I grabbed it again in my hands reducing my tone to a whisper. “Think about it! Am I that much of a drinker?”
She answered very child-like, “No.”
“Do you get wasted in public without forewarning?” I continued with my line of questioning.
“No.” Her lips extended in a pout.
“Well then it’s obvious to me that somebody slipped us a fucking mickey!”
She began to cry again. Her high-pitched voice made my head pound even more. I pulled her up and walked her to the living room where it appeared she spent that night. Michelle took her time gathering her things. As she dressed, I went to the next room and began to dress myself. When I picked up my purse to look inside for something to balm my chapped lips Michelle barged in yelling, “Na-Na, all of my cash is gone!”
I rummaged through my purse for my wallet. Sure enough, my wallet had been emptied. No cash .
“Damn it!” I screamed and nearly collapsed from the pain.
We left the hotel in search of Michelle’s car. In staggering pain and with aching limbs, we split up to look in the parking lot. Eventually we left the parking lot and began to look on the streets near the building. Nothing. I used my cell to call information for a cab.
Michelle began freaking out. “Oh my god Na-Na, my car is
We both woke up in a rinky-dink hotel in downtown L.A. the morning of the first day of the year , clearly having been with men whose identities we had no idea of. I remember being so hung over that when my eyes opened I couldn’t move. I thought I was dreaming. The eggshell shaded walls were stained from water damage, the entire room wreaked of mildew.
I heard sharp whimpers from a room nearby. I struggled to my feet from the cricking bed. I lost my balance after about the fourth step. I followed the sounds of the cry until it led me to the bathroom and I found Michelle bent over by the bathtub. She was totally naked crying her eyes out. When she recognized me she screamed, sprouted to my wavering frame and grabbed onto me. She pulled too hard because I vomited all over us. I was sick, weak and emotionally bruised. Who could have done this to us? My aching body told stories of defenseless violation.
After managing to get myself cleaned up , I asked Michelle why she was so beside herself. I understood the circumstances but her cries were more like pleas. She couldn’t even look herself in the mirror when washing her smeared makeup off. I knew that I could shut my emotions down as easily as one could switch purses with an outfit, but there was something strange about her reaction. Her eyes were hazel with specs of green, her skin was pale, all of the color had drained from her face. This was difficult considering Michelle’s pigmentation, but she was as pale as a ghost.
She kept her head down at the sink. Her shoulders were collapsed in defeat and her entire body trembled. “I cheated on Mark. I can’t even remember what happened last night or who we were with. I feel like a slut!” she sobbed.
“I’m in the same boat. The only reason I believe I used protection last night is because I saw condom wrappers in the bedroom. Let’s just be grateful that we’re still alive and get on with our lives.”
Michelle’s body jumped as she pivoted to face me and she gasped, “We acted very irresponsibly last night! How could we have just come back to a hotel with men we didn’t even know? How could we have drank so much?”
“Michelle!” I trilled while holding my head. My screams caused my head to throb and I grabbed it again in my hands reducing my tone to a whisper. “Think about it! Am I that much of a drinker?”
She answered very child-like, “No.”
“Do you get wasted in public without forewarning?” I continued with my line of questioning.
“No.” Her lips extended in a pout.
“Well then it’s obvious to me that somebody slipped us a fucking mickey!”
She began to cry again. Her high-pitched voice made my head pound even more. I pulled her up and walked her to the living room where it appeared she spent that night. Michelle took her time gathering her things. As she dressed, I went to the next room and began to dress myself. When I picked up my purse to look inside for something to balm my chapped lips Michelle barged in yelling, “Na-Na, all of my cash is gone!”
I rummaged through my purse for my wallet. Sure enough, my wallet had been emptied. No cash .
“Damn it!” I screamed and nearly collapsed from the pain.
We left the hotel in search of Michelle’s car. In staggering pain and with aching limbs, we split up to look in the parking lot. Eventually we left the parking lot and began to look on the streets near the building. Nothing. I used my cell to call information for a cab.
Michelle began freaking out. “Oh my god Na-Na, my car is
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