I was drunk

     Oh Lord... What happened yesterday? It can’t be true. I must have been incredibly drunk and dreaming. I found my phone and, without thinking, it started calling the first saved number. “Are you alive?” I was checking in on B because I had gone clubbing with her. “Andrea... I was looking for you all night.” Damn it! So it might be true. “I know, girl. I’m sorry.” B started giving me a motherly lecture about how worried she was, but I was just thinking about what really happened yesterday. B snapped me out of my thoughts. “Pho in an hour?” She always knew that only Pho could cure my hangover. I agreed and hung up, my mind racing with thoughts about the previous night. I got out of bed, trying to remember what exactly had happened, and made my way to the shower. As I walked into the bathroom, the first thing I noticed was a strange letter placed on my sink. Huh? I don’t even have a single piece of paper at my house. I opened the letter but didn’t recognize the handwriting. It didn’t make sense to me at all. It looked like a lover’s letter. Lol, I started laughing, thinking I might have stolen someone’s letter.

      I walked towards B, who was waiting for her usual greeting. “What’s up, motherfucker?” Giiiiiirl. I grabbed her hand and we started walking to our Vietnamese restaurant. We sat down, and she was still looking at me, waiting for me to speak. “Sorry? Sorry that I disappeared again?” “It’s not cool, Andrea. I was worried as heck. But you’re alive, so spill the tea!” She looked at me, shaking her head, clearly thinking I was a crazy person. “I’m going to tell you everything, but just promise me you won’t go crazy.”

     I began recounting the night, slowly remembering every detail. I was at a point in my life where I was trying to be more responsible, but that night, I wanted to forget. Forget the mundane routine, the stress of work, and everything else that weighed me down. The bar we went to was dimly lit, filled with the low hum of conversation. It was the perfect place to get lost in the moment. As the night progressed, my initial hesitations melted away. I danced, laughed, and even sang karaoke... something I’d never do sober. Then, somewhere between the shots of tequila and the dizzying whirl of the dance floor, I saw him. He stood at the bar with his friends, a solitary figure amidst the chaos. Tall, dark-haired, tattoos everywhere just the type of guy you’d try to avoid for your mental health if you were smart. His eyes met mine, and for a moment, I felt like I knew him. Damn. Not again. 

Anyway, I overheard his friends betting on who could drink more tequila shots. “Yeah, I remember... you told me you'd be right back and then you left.” “Giiirl, yeah. They were playing tequila roulette, lol. So, I joined them, you know me friendly with everyone." “Hey, I want to bet!” They looked at me and agreed. I stood in front of the stranger and told him he could have the first shot. He said he wasn’t drinking and walked away. I was like, what the hell just happened? But forget it; I just wanted to have fun. I started taking shots with his friends. During roulette, I had the weird feeling that someone was staring at me, but I couldn’t figure out who. After winning the tequila roulette, I started feeling bad.

“Let me stop you here Andrea. You were drunk, drunk. I tried to stop you because you drank around eight shots of tequila just with the group of guys.” I’m blushing. I can literally feel my face turning red because what B said sounded so much like me. B said that after that, I went to the washroom, and from there, she couldn’t find me.

      I went to the bathroom after the tequila roulette because I wasn’t feeling well. But instead of walking into the women’s bathroom, I accidentally walked into the men’s bathroom. While I was washing my hands, he appeared behind me, looking deep into my eyes. I turned around, and you know me I’m flirting with everyone, so I smiled. “I don’t know, B; he had something about him that made me addicted. I couldn’t stop looking into his eyes.” He stepped closer and asked if I wanted to do something unexpected. Something that would make me feel alive. “Like what?” I whispered, my heart racing. “Like this.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the exit. The cold night air hit me like a shock, sobering me up slightly. “Where are we going?” I asked, both excited and nervous. “Somewhere special.”

We walked, or rather, he led and I followed. We eventually reached a secluded alleyway, where a sleek black car awaited us. “Get in,” he said, opening the door for me. I hesitated for a moment, a voice in my head warning me to be cautious. But the thrill of the unknown was too tempting. I slid into the passenger seat, and he got in beside me. The car sped through the city streets, and I watched the lights blur past. We didn’t speak, but the silence was comfortable, charged with an unspoken understanding. After what felt like an eternity, we stopped in front of a huge motherfucking house with a gate bigger than my apartment. “Where are we?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “Home.” I looked around, trying to find an entrance in case he was a serial killer. "Come,” he said, leading me through a maze of corridors. We reached a large room filled with books and artifacts. He gestured for me to sit, and I did, my curiosity piqued.

“Do you believe in fate, Andrea?” he asked, his eyes boring into mine. “I’m not sure,” I admitted. “Why do you ask?” "Because,” he said, pulling out a small, ornate box from a hidden compartment, “sometimes, fate has a way of bringing people together for a reason.” He opened the box, revealing a collection of old letters, each one carefully preserved. “These,” he said, handing one to me, “belonged to someone very dear to me. Someone who was like you. When I saw you in the bar you reminded me of her. She was full of life, but yearning for something more.” I took the letter. As I read it, I felt a strange connection to the woman who had written it, as if her words were meant for me. “Who was she?” I asked, looking up at him. “Someone who changed my life,” he replied softly. “And now, perhaps, it’s your turn.”

     The hours passed in a blur of conversation and revelations. He told me about his life, his adventures, and the love he had lost. I knew our time together was coming to an end. But I didn’t feel sad. Instead, I felt a sense of peace and a newfound understanding of myself and my place in the world. “Will I see you again?” I asked, my voice tinged with hope. “Perhaps,” he replied with an enigmatic smile. “Fate has a way of bringing people together when they least expect it.” With that, he walked me to the door, and I stepped out into the early morning light. The city was waking up, but I felt like I was still in a dream. Still lightly drunk. I turned to say goodbye, but he was already gone. I walked home in a daze, replaying the events of the night in my mind. Who is he? And what did it all mean? As I reached my apartment, I found a small note tucked into my purse. “Until we meet again, Andrea.”

       “Girl, wait.” Lol, I think she’s not breathing anymore. “What’s his name and where does he live?” When B asked me that, I had to admit, I don’t fucking know. I don’t know his name, and I don’t really remember where he lives. I was drunk as fuck. “Ehmm... Well, I don’t know.” She looked at me with one eyebrow raised. “You don’t know his name?” I shook my head, and at that moment, I realized what I’d done last night. I trusted a total stranger without a name, with a huge damn house, and I sat in his car. But... damn, the chemistry I felt yesterday... “B, I ain’t gonna lie. What happened yesterday is totally unreal but I would do it again even though I don’t know who he is, what his name is, or where exactly he lives. The connection between us was crazy!. She was looking at me and she seemed a bit worried. "I totally understand that your night adventure was thankfully nice but I don't think you should be looking for him. You don't know him, Andrea." She know me very well but I think she just needed to tell me that because she already knew I would find the man. "Oh, now I just remember. when I woke up this morning I wasn't sure If this shit was real last night but when I walked into the bathroom I found there the letter he gave me read yesterday." B pulled her eyes and asked, "The letter?" "Yes, B... THE motherfreaking letter."