A Night on the Couch

I had a boisterous night at the pier, with a bunch of people that is a mixture of close friends, recently closer friends, and strangers. Shoveling down all types of seafood and I had to admit that I am never and prob will not be a big fan of crabs. Although I do enjoy it from time to time.

 Came home to deliver the long over-due free stuffs for friends and I am finally relived that my trunk is somewhat cleaner than before. I am simply anal about it - my car cannot be too disorganized or dirty otherwise it drives me nuts. Then I remember on our way to Grenoble, driving on french fwy with T. I felt my throat closed for a sec in my misty drunk awareness.

Then I swiftly changed and came to coworker's house, only to find out there was an unpleasant surprise from Sadie waiting for me. Great, I thought. But I still decided to stay so she won't be upset with me the next day. The house is now not equipped with a functioning TV, a fact that K has apologize and warned me before hand. For some reasons, the couch and TV have mysterious attraction when I babysit dogs - we often watched TV and fell asleep together and never immigrated our way into the bedroom. However, I chose to stay on the couch last night.

I slept 12 hrs with the help of Stella, Alaskan Amber, Riesling, and Blueberry wheat ale, only woke up occasionally to check if the prima doma doggie is OK. I have been telling myself that do not exchange a good night of sleep with the summon of alcohol. Then I realize it over and over again it becomes unbearable when I am extremely tired and yet cannot fall asleep due to various reasons. Alcohol then, I say to myself, but don't drink the crappy ones, it only causes balloon size of of headache.

Right before midnight, I slipped into the unknown darkland and met you again in my most sober sub-consciousness. As if I came back from a long vacation, walking into a classroom-like place, dark with blackboard and dressed in ding light.

I was in a quite fancy pinstripe suit with custom made blue shirts, saw you as soon as I walked in. You've got thinner, I thought. I received other ppl's greeting but none of these mattered to me, and walked directly to you. You gave me a hug and I buried myself in the curve of your neck and shoulder. I could feel your body, your scent, and your warm temperature - it felt like coming home. You asked how the trip was and how I have been. You said I looked tired and lost some weight. I couldn't move myself away from you, holding you, and streaking your hair. And it turned out we were both invited to this award (?) as nominees. I had you in my hands walking through the old hotel building and elevator, hid behind the hallway to eavesdrop the gossips flowing in the air. Some of them were about us and some weren't. And we giggled like young couple in high school.

At the end, I stood in a line waiting for restroom and you took off telling me you will be back shortly. I had to tell some bitches to get off my way and ran into old time friends. I congratulated him and her for their recent wedding, engagement and the the future they look forward to. I was about to be awaken by the siren on PCH. I never saw you coming back as I was forcefully drifted away from the dream.