the rest

i woke up around 8am in the basement with G.  got up, turned all the lights off and moved from the couch to the floor.  G said she was burning up and was thirsty.  i think i said "yeah," and then went back to sleep.  a few hours later the air had kicked on and we were both freezing.  shortly after that we decided to make our way upstairs to look for the others.
 
ms. k: good morning!
me: what's up?
ms. k: we slept outside.
me: what?!
 
apparently she and her boy went to the car to get their bags.  ms. k decided that it was too comfortable there in the driver's seat to go back inside.  her boyfriend tried his best to get her to go back inside, but she wasn't having it.  when it comes to ms. k drunkenly sleeping in the car you don't mess around.  i've witnessed that far too many times.  so he got in with her and then next thing they knew it was 6am and they headed for the house.  at that point everything was locked up and we were all passed out.  the knocked, no one heard them.  so they made a bed on the patio.
 
i woke up missing my cell phone, camera, and car keys.  i found the phone and camera on the back patio.  the keys however were no where to be found.  nice.  we checked the entire house.  the yard.  my pockets.  my car.  around my car.  considering that my car was locked i knew there was no way they'd be in the car.  one of paul's friends from the party randomly showed up on the street when i was out front looking for the keys.  i remembered talking to him quite a bit the night before, but i had no idea what we discussed.  i know i thought he was cute.  maybe we discussed how cute he was, i have no idea.  he stood there for a bit in awkward silence like he wanted to say something or like i was supposed to remember something.  it was kind of strange.  the only thing that was going through my mind was, "did we make out? i think we made out.  i know i wanted to make out with you.  did we make out?" and with that he was off.  saying goodbye and telling me it was nice to meet me.  guess that one will remain a mystery.  back to the keys.  we tore that house apart.  paulie started calling people to see if they picked up my keys by mistake.  we woke B up hoping he could shed some light on things.  he had no idea.  he spent the next twenty minutes looking in all the places we looked in.  my keys no longer existed.  G kept asking me if the were in my pocket.  ms. k's boyfriend kept telling me to call the cops.  so we decided to go through the trash.  me, B and ms. k digging through three huge, wet, disgusting bags of trash.  "it's a good thing you didn't ask me to do this at 9 because i would have been vomiting." B said as we laughed.
 
B: do you have a spare set at home?
me: yeah.
B: well, i'll just drive you up to get them, and then back down here.  and then up again.
G: are you sure they're not in your pockets?
me: i swear if you ask me that one more time i'm gonna punch you.
 
nothing.  so B retraced my steps one last time.  of course he found them buried in the recliner where i fell asleep.  paulie checked it, i checked it, ms. k checked it, but B was the one to find them.  why wasn't i surprised?  "you couldn't have done that before we went through the trash?" ms. k asked.
 
after that we sat around the living room and filled everyone in on the parts we were all missing from the night before.  by then it was just me, G, paulie, B, ms. k and her guy, doug and teresa.  we all had several pictures but no one remembered what they were of.  "i remember a lot of flashes all night long." ms. k said.
 
around 1pm, we finally found the motivation to head out and drive the 2+ hours home.  G was sicker than sick, but wanted to stop for food.  i was still full from the burger at 2am so i passed.  stopped for gas.  stood outside while she sat in the car SCREAMING at her boyfriend who was drunk by 11am.  just a wee bit awkward.  but things got better in a matter of minutes.
 
G: are doug and teresa swingers?
me: (laughing) i dunno, why?
G: well i was really drunk, but i think i walked in on her saying that.
me: what? really?
G: yeah, and then i just watched her for the rest of the night, looking for stuff.
me: that's crazy.
G: she was really into you.
me: what?!
G: yeah, sitting on your lap.  arms wrapped all around you.
me: what?!
G: that's an odd thing for a wife to do, and he didn't seem to think anything of it.
me: i don't remember any of that.
G: it happened.  she kept saying that she loved you.
me: oh my.
G: yeah.
me: well, she did rip B's shirt off, just to see what that was like.  buttons flew everywhere.
 
for the rest of the ride home we made fun of her boyfriend.  we saw a rocket-like motorcycle,  odd.  it was all closed in, and a little man sat inside driving it.  and yes, i was completely sober at this point.  i dropped G off and headed home to chill on my couch with a little eternal sunshine...

G: why is it that whenever i hang out with you, i i need to recuperate from it?
me: i feel fine.
G: yeah, you suck.  thanks for inviting me.  bye.