~~~~ undecided pt 2

Where the f**k am I? My head pounds, my eyes burn, and there is the faint smell of vomit lingering in my nose. I sit up begudgingly and look around with one eye open.
Caroline's apartment.
S**t, I guess everyone left.
I stumble around trying to gather anything that I think belongs to me. I notice I'm wearing a few articles of clothing that aren't mine. My hair is slightly damp in certain areas and encrusted with throw up in others. I hope the throw up is mine.

I'm able to find my purse and see my keys on the counter. No shoes though. Ah well, f**k it. Walking outside I feel like I haven't seen the sun in days. No wonder, f****n sun really doesn't help with a headache. Ugh, where did I park? Did I even drive or did I ride with someone else?

Of course I drove. Even when drunk, I don't trust anyone else behind the wheel. I start searching for my white sebring in a half full parking lot. Multiple times I have to stop and sit down to catch my breath and keep my nausea under wraps. It has been threatening to make an actual appearance for awhile now.
Damn, get it together already!

I spot my car on the next aisle over. What a lousy place to park. As I start the car I light a pall mall menthol cigarette thats already broken in half and slightly crushed. I can't remember if I have to work today. I call my boss at the sports bar I work at only to find out I was scheduled to come in four hours ago. I'm not feeling well I tell him, and hang up. Making my way home I can only think about overcoming this hangover. Unlike many people I know, after a night that I can't recall, I do not make silent vowes to myself to never drink again. I was actually wondering if there is any vodka left. I know that will help this pounding in my skull and calm my shaking hands.