impeccable timing.

i’m only telling this story because i think maybe this will be funny one day. 

last night lauren, her dad, and i went to a wine tasting. he received an invitation from the owner of the wine bar down the street from our house. the street was clocked off and there were tents and stands set up. we met some lovely people. very charming. very cheery. we went down the line and enjoyed the wines. we were all having a jolly time. then. all of a sudden i was laying against the wall with my eyes shut. in a matter of…three seconds…i went from enjoying the wine to completely sick. i looked at lauren and i could tell by her face that she was feeling the same. “we have to go” 

we made it home and both fell on the couch. i was laying on books, paintings, sketchpads. who knows where lauren was. approximately an hour later.

“jena, if you get up you are going to throw-up. i’ve thrown up twice.” 

“noo. no. i hate throwing up. you don’t understand. i can’t. i’m not getting up.” (at least that is what i said in my head. i think i moaned something similar.) “lauren. where are you?”

“i’m on the floor.” 

“okay. i’m not going to move” 

(i threw up twice) 

this was (is) awful. it was early in the evening. and we had designated that night for cleaning our apartment out, our land-lady was meeting with us the following afternoon. but we couldn’t move. 

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well. its 8:11 am the next morning. i have a final in forty minutes. i can only stand up for approximately ten. 

this is the most dreadful timing for my first time with a hang-over. 

its not funny right now. why. oh why. does anyone ever drink? p.s. why was everyone else at the wine tasting fine? (including lauren’s dad?) while her and i are miserable rats? 

love from the cracker box. the floor. the couch. the glass of orange juice i’m trying to drink.

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