So last night I set up a 9 a.m. wakeup call for today. This morning the phone rings, my roomates (fellow Darkside Padawans) groan, and I stumble to the shower. I’m thinking, “I wish I were dead. Why am I so tired? Maybe I don’t want to learn how to infuse liquor this morning…” But I got in the shower. I did my hair and went back into the room to grab my makeup bag — and looked at the clock.
7:41.
Some bitch ordered a 7 a.m. wakeup call and LET ME TAKE IT.
Someone will DIE!
Indeed, there is nothing like seeing your roommate dressed in a towel using some of the strongest curse words I know at such an hour.
Meanwhile, I imagine, somewhere else in the hotel, someone got a nine a.m. call cursing “Damn it! Where was my 7 a.m. call?”
I certainly didn’t have anything to do with it. Nope didn’t sit in the airport lastnight plotting ways to share the joys of a midnight flight with those of you who started your little party without me.
*Eyes glaze over*
Liz….
In a towel…
Cursing.
Trina, if those are some of the strongest curse words you know… well, you should see me when I’m really mad. :D
This happened to me once when I was younger. About 13 on a family vacation. I didn’t see the clock without my glasses, but I thought it said 6:00 AM, so I crawled out of bed and got in the shower. My mom wandered in and asked why I was in the shower at 2:00 AM.
Unfortunately, since I was only 13 and with my parents, I couldn’t let the swear words that I was saying to myself out of my mouth.
Showers in the wee-hours of the morning suck. Even more so when liquor is involved. ;-)