The Aftermath

I woke up on Sunday morning around 9:30 AM. I could barely move. My elbows were sore and I could barely move my right leg. I rolled over on the bed and all I could see was 250 lei and a heap of scattered change on the bed/lounge room floor. I couldn't remember very much at all. I found my phone and texted Miss C, "I hope things are Ok? I woke up with money across apartment floor and I cant walk". I fell asleep again.

I woke up at about 2:15 in the afternoon. There was no response from Miss C. I sent another text "Are you alive?". I tried to piece together the night and did a pretty good job (I wrote the previous story based on what I remembered from the night, albeit a few days later). I couldn't recall fighting with her, or doing anything I shouldn't have. Half an hour passed and still no response. I sent another text "You are not talking with me? WTF happened?". I was a little concerned that somewhere in the few hours of lost memory, I may have done something stupid (That's so unlike me *sarcasm*).

About 20 minutes later I receive a response, "WTF??? I had a huge fight with mom". For those of you who don't know, Romanians tend to use the American spelling for 'mum'. Miss C learnt a lot of English from watching TV so maybe this is the case for other Romanians too. After exchanging a few more text messages, she told me that she was busy or unable to talk now. I was more than a little worried that the fight with her mother, meant she would not be able to spend time with me.

I cleaned the house a little. I discovered 4 beers in the fridge and wondered how they got there as there were none in the fridge when I left the night before. Well... "Why complain?" i thought. I cleaned up a little and watched TV. I felt a little sick because I had drunk most of the bottle of vodka the night before.

That night I texted Miss C a little more and then ended up going to sleep (not sure what time).