I woke up in a stange bed. I slowly opened my eyes. Roger was snoring beside me and beside him, was Roland. Also snoring. Roland was right. His bed was huge enough for three people. There was a strange smell...the cat. It had slept beside me for a while as well. What a sight we must have made! Two men, a woman and a cat. I slowly made my way to the kitchen. The kitchen was...in a state. It was terrible. I don't remember contributing to the state of affairs in the kitchen. All I did, was drink "chai tea". I opened the window. Wow! What a view. The sea was right there...with boats and all. What a view! I slowly picked up my scattered belongs...jacket, shoe, bag...I had slept with my phone in the pocket of my jeans and it had dug deep into my flesh. It hurt.
I tried to see if I could get on the internet. For some reason, I could not figure out how his computer came on. I took a pain killer. I remembered to thank myself for being a genius and always having painkillers everywhere. I did not want to make more noise than necessary so I gave up on the computer. Aden was asleep on the sofa. He was making some sort of jerking kicks in his sleep. I wondered if he was having some sort of "mini seizures" in his sleep...
I wrote a note in the kitchen. "Thank you for the beautiful memories". I tried to close the door as softly as I could but it would not shut, so I had to close it with a bang! I had no idea what floor I was on, so I decided to take the lift, which was a good thing cos it seemed I had been on the 7th floor!
I walked by the sea. People were jogging, eating and doing other things. It was eleven already. I bought water at a store. An old lady allowed me to pay before her. She said she had so much time, so it was okay if I went before her. That was nice.
I got on the train and sat opposite an extremely spoilt little girl who was getting on her mother's last nerves. The old woman on the other side of the aisle gave me a knowing smile. The mother began to talk to us, in an apologetic way. "She is not usually like this, but the moment we are amongst other people, she always does this. There is nothing wrong with the pear, but she doesnt want to eat the skin on it". The old lady said "they probably peel it for them at the nursery. Ah! city children!"
When I got off the train, I got a hotdog. There was a man and his dog at the kiosk. He wanted two hot dogs. I wondered if it was for him and his dog or just for him. He wanted "curry ketchup" on them. They did not have curry ketchup.
The events of the night were still reeling like a movie in my head...Roger going back and forth from the bar and arriving always with buckets of ice and bottles in them...white wine, rose, white wine, rose...toilet...changing shoes...Rita leaving us cos she had to work the next day...somebody with the idea...Roland's apartment...party animals...music...city...2010...all kinds of stuff...then they left...to get more stuff...music...me sleeping...then they could not sleep...me laughing...serves you right! moderation is the key....then they went swimming...then they watched a movie...they were up all night...party animals...and didn't they all stand up and sing happy birthday to me???in that fancy bar? ha ha ha ha! what a night!
It was hot by the time I got home. My dustbin was stinking again. Why don't I ever remember to take it with me when I leave the apartment? I took off my clothes. I smelt of everything and everybody.
It had been a good night. But a decadent one.