Host of Imperfections

Chapter 33

Word of advice- do not- I REPEAT- DO NOT get drunk when you know you have a depressed conscience. There's just something about alcohol and having way too much shit on your mind at the same time that just doesn't coerce.

Unfortunately, I had to learn all of this the hard way or shall I say the embarrassing way. All of it came rushing back to me this morning when I woke up in the fetal position wearing the same damn clothes from the night before and my thumb jammed in my mouth like a baby.

The same evening we arrived in Miami, the girls and I checked into our double bed hotel room and relaxed for an hour or so. It didn't take long for us to get antsy and ready to hit the streets. We all freshened up and got dressed in our best before heading to the first nice restaurant we could find. That's when the drinking first started with Ashleigh.

By the time we hit up this club called 'The Mynt Lounge' I was in the mood to sip on a little something myself. Michelle on the other hand had some type of pact with Jamal that she wouldn't dare pick up a glass of liquor throughout this whole entire trip. Unbeknownst to him, she had a little sip here and there but no where near as much as Ashleigh and I.

That b!tch had me takin shots of shit I couldn't even pronounce and my dumb ass went along with it. There's always a downside to being drunk. Always. It was all fun and games until the end of the night.

It was near 3 in the morning when the littlest thing triggered the thought of Jay and I lost it completely.

I'm talking about sitting on the floor of a public bathroom with Michelle and even Ashleigh's intoxicated ass trying to calm me down while I cried and spilled my heart out to the world unintentionally. Yes- random mothafukers were walkin all up and through that bathroom while I shed tears as well as all my damn business. At the time I didn't give two shits about what they were thinking about me- the liquor had me rambling on without a care in the world.

I know Michelle had to be beyond pissed because she wasn't even the least bit buzzed and there is absolutely nothing more annoying than being sober and having to take care of a drunk friend; 2 in her case.

I don't even remember coming back to the hotel but like I said I woke up dazed and confused with the same damn attire on from the night before and all alone. I spotted a note on the little night stand between the two beds in the room and read that Ash & Chelle were down by the beach. It was nearly 3:00 in the afternoon and I was just waking up. I'm assuming they tried to get me up and I brushed them off. Either that or I was just that out of it.

Anything that could possibly go wrong on this trip had taken a turn for the worst so far. I couldn't even find my cell phone so I picked up the hotel receiver on the night stand after straining to remember the digits to either one of their numbers. Michelle's came to my head first and just a few seconds after I dialed it- she picked up.

I could hear random noises all around her in addition to the water and birds. The blinds in the room were shut leaving little sun light to seep through so I was clueless as to how beautiful the atmosphere probably was outside.

This definitely isn't how I planned on starting out my spring break.

"Hey Chelle..." I cleared my throat a little and sat up.

She chuckled in response before I could even get the rest out. "You finally woke your ass up huh?"

I shook my head and grunted rubbing my forehead. "Yall still on the beach?"

"Yea. We were trying to wait for you to get up - You comin or you rather lay up there all day?"

"No- I'mma come down. You seen my cell phone? I can't even remember where I put it."