Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Kimmydonn Week 65: Rub-a-dub-dub


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Kimmydon's Choice: Picture 2


Who thought tequila was a good idea? Probably Wes. He was the one who’d gone to Mexico recently. It was good stuff. Smooth. If only it hadn’t landed me in this predicament. Why was Sarah laughing so hard? Why was I sitting in a tub?

“Sarah?” I asked, blinking against the harsh light. “What are you doing?”

There was another flash, and I realized she was taking pictures.

“Oh, Jake, your mom is going to love this,” she said between giggles.

I looked to my left and saw Wes rubbing at his eyes. He looked to be in nearly as bad shape as I was. On my right was Andrew. He had shades. I nearly snatched them off his face, but he threw up an arm to protect them.

“Fuck off, dude,” he slurred.

“Did you guys finish the whole bottle?” Sarah asked, holding her camera steady but away from her face. Great, she was probably taking video now.

“Maybe,” Wes muttered. “I think Andy ate the worm.”

My friend belched suddenly, and I thought I might pass out from the fumes.

“What time is it, Sarah?” I asked, pulling myself out of the tub.

“Seven. You guys looked so cozy in there.” She turned the camera around to show me a different shot. My head was leaned into Wes’ and Andrew’s was on my chest. We did look cozy, if we weren’t all scrunched in a tub.

“How many pictures did you take?” I asked, afraid of the answer.

“Well, this isn’t the first memory card,” she said with a smirk, snatching her camera back.

“Good,” I muttered.

“Good?!” Andrew’s voice was a cross between a squawk and another belch.

“Do you remember what we did last night?” I asked him.

“Uh, yeah, good,” he muttered, thumping out of the bathroom. Springs creaked as he flopped on a bed in another room.

“I’m outta here. Thanks for the party, Sarah,” Wes said to my girlfriend, pulling on a pair of jeans as he sauntered out.

“Do you want to see this now?” she asked, holding the small plastic square that I assumed held horrors from the night before.

“No,” I decided, following Andy’s example. After all, what was done was done. I couldn’t change a thing on that stupid card. I might as well be properly prepared when I faced it.