A few hours later I wake up with my mind less foggy from the hangover. I still feel distraught from the last 24 hours and how things feel like they have spun out of control. Luckily Jeff's couch was as comfortable as a couch could be. No "Seinfeld" bar hitting me in the back all night or anything like that. My mind is still reeling though for sure. I gather my things and head out the door texting Tina that we should meet up for breakfast.
"So where did you disappear to last night?" Tina says.
"I just hit that drunken wall where my mind said I needed to get outta there."
"So your man pussy kicked in?"
Tina can drink me under the table and I don't even try to deny it. Most casual nights we are the last two in the bar but she is always the one who can drive me home when we go beer for beer.
"Can I tell you something weird?"
"What that you and Jeff made out?" Her smirk is unsettling. "Its no secret when people roll out of the men's bathroom shouting that some man in goat hooves is making out with a dude in a turtleneck and earphones. I hope you weren't trying to keep it a secret because you failed in that regard."
