Social hangovers

Trip Start Sep 28, 2011
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Sunday, March 11, 2012

Today is a bit dark.  Literally.  The clock is all off as I wake up at around 8pm.  Eat when you're hungry, drink when you're thirsty, sleep when you're tired.  Well I certainly slept.  I slept the sleep of champions.  And the sleep of the totally inebriated.

Julia approaches me and grins something to do with social hangovers.  I have to smile, I know exactly what she means, but have never heard the term before.  It's the morning after the night before and you've done something drunk that you'd either regret or get embarrassed about sober.  Of course there is nothing I regret about last night, I would still try to kiss her now if I could.

Except I don't need to.  Because she kisses me.  Standing in a daze at the front desk trying to order some food, she's hugging me like a limpet and I've got to admit it feels required.  I scoot off to put paper to pen and reveal my facebook details, adding a wee smiley face to the email, and handing it to her as she dons her backpack.  Standing there in the dorm room, just out of sight from prying eyes in the hall way, she touches her lips to mine. 

Delicate.

All of a sudden it's heart on sleeve time.  My dad always used to say I fall in love to easily and I leave myself open  to get hurt.  There have been times in my life where I've convinced myself I'm head over heels, after nothing more than a peck on the cheek.  Sometimes even less.  That's not to say I am now, not in the least.  I've learnt my lessons from...actually I've not learnt any lessons.  Who am I kidding?  Anyway she's certainly got my attention.

I stay up until the early hours watching movies and basking in the feeling of something going right.





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