& then there was an ending...

day 46...

or a middle...the story continues...

(here is part one if you need it, http://daysof30.blogspot.com/2012/02/ohh-valentine-where-art-thou.html)

..."hello, what is going on," the sleep still lingering in her voice..."hey, its me, bitsy, are you coming into work, or you playin' hooky, you had a pretty rough night?"  as soon as she went to respond to the next question, the beating in her head started to pound again..."ohh sh%$, i am not sure, i can't quite figure out what happened, & i am too sick to even care about work...feel out sophie, and see if she will let me have this day to come back to life..." "ok, i will call you back in two shakes..."  "thanks, bitsy, & when you call back could you not scream into the phone..." "umm, i will whisper," & she chuckled as she got off the phone...

...she rolled over to try to comprehend what had happened...she remember the first part of her dream, where she thought she was awake, but maybe that was the dream & the reality was the horrid v-day...'ohh mother f, something else must have been in that alcohol besides the vodka'...as soon as that thought left her head, she started remembering her supposed dream of events of v-day, & her mouth slowly started to drop further & further open...she scrambled for her phone, read, well tried to read, some texts that made no sense...especially to one number, that were sent last night & then again this morning...'thank you for last night'...'did she have a random hook up, with a random person...what the heck, why can't i remember'...as she was scrolling through the rest, her phone went off..."hey bits, what's the story?"  "well sophie wasn't too happy, but she bought it & said you would have to work from home..."  "thank God, b/c if i came in, first they would send me packin' for my looks alone at this moment, & i would be doing most of my work, remotely anyway from the ladies room..."  "no worries," bitsy responded, "i will call you later..."  "hey bits, one last question, can you tell me what happened last night?"  bitsy started roaring, "yeah i can tell you, up into the point where you got in the cab with Ben..."  "ohh no, i cannot believe do you think? did we?, he is going to think i am the biggest lush..."  "i can connect you, he is here at work..." she chuckled "i am so not amused, no, besides i have to go puke, call me later..."

while vomit still managed to come out of her, she was trying to remember the events via the cab ride...she picked up her phone, scrolled through his messages, 'the random number, the random texts, it was ben'...she quick texted him, apologizing for the hot mess that occurred, and saying she appreciated his companying her home...hoping he might give an indication of what happened, or what she said, & God forbid did...

...response immediately back, as her eyes gazed upon the words "couldn't keep you hands off of me,"  "the best i ever had," "so you like me..." she dropped the phone and climbed into bed & pulled the covers over her head...her brain was racing a mile a minute, well that would explain the clothes everywhere...why she was in bed this morning sans pants...her chest felt like an elephant was perched on top...as she lay there, her phone kept ringing over & over...which only meant someone was trying to call her, she knew it was him but she couldn't climb from under the covers, to hear the sound of his voice...so she let it ring & ring & ring, & she passed out again, hoping this time, it was different & all her dreams were not coming true...

CB <3