At Least We Weren't Robbed...
I awoke with a pounding headache. I must have forgotten to down a couple of cups of water before I went to sleep. I tried to force myself back to sleep, hoping that another hour or two of slumber would wipe the pain from the back of my head. No chance. I hurt too bad to sleep, not to mention it was really bright in the room.
I looked around. The drapes were wide open and the screen from the window was beside a chair. I remembered talking about partying on the roof of this hotel the night before. I tried to scan my memory but was only greeted with a searing pain. Thinking is out of the question right now, I thought to myself.
I get out of bed quietly and went to the bathroom and then to the sink to try to drown the pain in my head. Looking at the beds I noticed the other two stirring. "Damn, its seven o'clock," one said. And the other, "what happened last night." I told him I had no idea, the other said, "At least we weren't robbed." I chuckled and nodded.
I noticed that I was still dressed in the clothes I wore to the wedding reception last night, except I was missing a shoe. I started to search for the other and found it deep under the bed next to the remote for the television. I came out with both.
The television had been on the whole time with the channel tuned to the home shopping network. I decided to change the channel to the sports station to find out how the games that I missed last night turned out. I tried to watch but I couldn't bring myself to follow the conversation of the anchors.
My eyes caught sight of the miniature coffee maker and I anxiously made the two cup pitcher. The other two can fight for the other cup, I thought to myself. It seemed like that was the way things were going, everybody fighting not to become the third wheel, although I felt like it most of the time. I avoided that feeling by going my own way and if the others wanted to accompany me I wouldn't treat them as anything but equals. I rarely got the same courtesy in return.
Again, the roommate asked if either of us remembered anything from the night before. He walked to the window and noticed footprints on the roof. "We must've jumped out the window," he said. The other roommate lying on the bed didn't respond but kept watching the television.
I poured my coffee, used a rationed amount of powdered cream and blend of sugar and its substitute. I savored the caffeine acting as an ignition to my brain. I started to feel normal again.
I walked over to the window beside the other roommate and noted the footsteps that speckled the dusty rooftop. They seemed to lead right to the edge of the roof beside a 3 story drop to the asphalt parking lot below. "It looks like someone leaped from the roof last night; maybe one of us is dead," I said jokingly. Neither laughed.
The one on the bed said, "the good thing is that we all got back from the reception safely and none of us were robbed." I started to notice the theme of his statements and checked for my wallet in my back pocket. Nothing there, but I wasn't concerned. I was amongst friends and we tend to look out for each other.
The roommate on the bed said we should go to the complementary breakfast being served down stairs. So we all put on our shoes, I grabbed a key and headed out the door. On the way down we were passing a couple that both kept looking at us conspicuously from the corners of their eyes. One roommate announced to them that he didn't remember anything from the previous night and asked them if they had any clue as to what happened. The furtive glancing man unconvincingly told us that he had no idea, without even stopping down the hallway.
We all shrugged and continued to the staircase. We arrived at the lounge where breakfast was being served and found an incredibly long line. A woman in her thirties passed by and murmured under her breath, "party animals".
Looking confused, one roommate asked, "what the hell did we do last night?" I shook my head and shrugged and the other roommate said, "don't worry about it; we're all alive and nobody's missing anything."
"What's the latest memory you have of last night?" the former roommate asked. The latter said, "the last I remember is you," nodding at me, "with your arm around somebody's shoulder joking around." I thought back and didn't remember any of that and thought to myself that I'm not the type to put my arm around anyone since I'm usually not that touchy feely, but disregarded it since I was drinking and often act randomly in such situations.
The former roommate said, "I wonder if we were all drugged." neither of us responded because by that time we were at the buffet table. We all grabbed our plates and silverware and stacked biscuits, eggs, sausage and hash browns on our plates. I grabbed another cup of coffee and stocked up on creamer and sugar.
There were no tables available in the lounge so we had to go up to the room to eat. The roommates were waiting for me in the hallway, since I was the only person to bring a key. We hurried upstairs to our room and devoured our food.
I noticed the roommate with the theme drinking his coffee black. I offered him a creamer and he declined saying he preferred black coffee. The conversation was scarce and television was boring.
The black coffee drinker said we should get on the road soon. The other called and made arrangements to play golf, hinting several times to me seeing if I would join him. I told him I had work to do later on (which wasn't a false excuse).
We all started getting ready. The one going golfing, while packing his stuff, said "I can't believe that none of us remembers anything from yesterday." The black coffee drinker said, "it really doesn't matter if we did since we're all alright and nobody was robbed."
Right then I found my wallet under my jacket on the table. I put on my jacket and made sure I had my keys and music player. For curiosity sake I opened my wallet. I had brought two hundred dollars with me. I remembered spending almost a hundred on booze, cigarettes and food. I brought the rest as flight money just in case I had the need to find my way to a bus and back home. But that money was gone.
I had been robbed.
I looked around. The drapes were wide open and the screen from the window was beside a chair. I remembered talking about partying on the roof of this hotel the night before. I tried to scan my memory but was only greeted with a searing pain. Thinking is out of the question right now, I thought to myself.
I get out of bed quietly and went to the bathroom and then to the sink to try to drown the pain in my head. Looking at the beds I noticed the other two stirring. "Damn, its seven o'clock," one said. And the other, "what happened last night." I told him I had no idea, the other said, "At least we weren't robbed." I chuckled and nodded.
I noticed that I was still dressed in the clothes I wore to the wedding reception last night, except I was missing a shoe. I started to search for the other and found it deep under the bed next to the remote for the television. I came out with both.
The television had been on the whole time with the channel tuned to the home shopping network. I decided to change the channel to the sports station to find out how the games that I missed last night turned out. I tried to watch but I couldn't bring myself to follow the conversation of the anchors.
My eyes caught sight of the miniature coffee maker and I anxiously made the two cup pitcher. The other two can fight for the other cup, I thought to myself. It seemed like that was the way things were going, everybody fighting not to become the third wheel, although I felt like it most of the time. I avoided that feeling by going my own way and if the others wanted to accompany me I wouldn't treat them as anything but equals. I rarely got the same courtesy in return.
Again, the roommate asked if either of us remembered anything from the night before. He walked to the window and noticed footprints on the roof. "We must've jumped out the window," he said. The other roommate lying on the bed didn't respond but kept watching the television.
I poured my coffee, used a rationed amount of powdered cream and blend of sugar and its substitute. I savored the caffeine acting as an ignition to my brain. I started to feel normal again.
I walked over to the window beside the other roommate and noted the footsteps that speckled the dusty rooftop. They seemed to lead right to the edge of the roof beside a 3 story drop to the asphalt parking lot below. "It looks like someone leaped from the roof last night; maybe one of us is dead," I said jokingly. Neither laughed.
The one on the bed said, "the good thing is that we all got back from the reception safely and none of us were robbed." I started to notice the theme of his statements and checked for my wallet in my back pocket. Nothing there, but I wasn't concerned. I was amongst friends and we tend to look out for each other.
The roommate on the bed said we should go to the complementary breakfast being served down stairs. So we all put on our shoes, I grabbed a key and headed out the door. On the way down we were passing a couple that both kept looking at us conspicuously from the corners of their eyes. One roommate announced to them that he didn't remember anything from the previous night and asked them if they had any clue as to what happened. The furtive glancing man unconvincingly told us that he had no idea, without even stopping down the hallway.
We all shrugged and continued to the staircase. We arrived at the lounge where breakfast was being served and found an incredibly long line. A woman in her thirties passed by and murmured under her breath, "party animals".
Looking confused, one roommate asked, "what the hell did we do last night?" I shook my head and shrugged and the other roommate said, "don't worry about it; we're all alive and nobody's missing anything."
"What's the latest memory you have of last night?" the former roommate asked. The latter said, "the last I remember is you," nodding at me, "with your arm around somebody's shoulder joking around." I thought back and didn't remember any of that and thought to myself that I'm not the type to put my arm around anyone since I'm usually not that touchy feely, but disregarded it since I was drinking and often act randomly in such situations.
The former roommate said, "I wonder if we were all drugged." neither of us responded because by that time we were at the buffet table. We all grabbed our plates and silverware and stacked biscuits, eggs, sausage and hash browns on our plates. I grabbed another cup of coffee and stocked up on creamer and sugar.
There were no tables available in the lounge so we had to go up to the room to eat. The roommates were waiting for me in the hallway, since I was the only person to bring a key. We hurried upstairs to our room and devoured our food.
I noticed the roommate with the theme drinking his coffee black. I offered him a creamer and he declined saying he preferred black coffee. The conversation was scarce and television was boring.
The black coffee drinker said we should get on the road soon. The other called and made arrangements to play golf, hinting several times to me seeing if I would join him. I told him I had work to do later on (which wasn't a false excuse).
We all started getting ready. The one going golfing, while packing his stuff, said "I can't believe that none of us remembers anything from yesterday." The black coffee drinker said, "it really doesn't matter if we did since we're all alright and nobody was robbed."
Right then I found my wallet under my jacket on the table. I put on my jacket and made sure I had my keys and music player. For curiosity sake I opened my wallet. I had brought two hundred dollars with me. I remembered spending almost a hundred on booze, cigarettes and food. I brought the rest as flight money just in case I had the need to find my way to a bus and back home. But that money was gone.
I had been robbed.
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