I was in the city pretty much all day yesterday. Just hanging out at Eric's office. Hopping from computer to computer every time someone needed to use the one I was on. I got home probably after 6pm. There was barely anything in the house to eat so I got changed and walked over to Pathmark. I figured I'd get home, make a quick dinner and watch some TV. When I stumbled through back to the apartment with my groceries, I was met by a strange man standing near the kitchen. Dark eyes, curly hair, fair skin, white tanktop and blue jeans. I blinked and before I could ask who he was, Mark popped out from his room to announce that they were making dinner.

Great, I thought. All I wanted was a nice quick dinner and some TV. So much for that. It was warm and I'd already started the approaching headache before I even got on the bus home from New York. I unpacked the groceries while the strange man -introduced as Marco made small talk. He's a musician, which only made him more attractive.

My plans for eating Kraft Easy-Mac got thrown out the window and I was now making a salad to go with the great dinner Mark was making. I escaped to my room a few times. My head starting to throb. It was too late for Advil. Mark suggested we make margarittas but neither of us knew how to make them. We agreed to wait until the other guest arrived, Ray. Another guest meant more waiting. Something I seriously couldn't do much longer. Ray brought a bottle of red wine with him. I munched on some of the salad, listening to them talk about women while the pasta sauce was boiling in. Munching on cucumber slices, sipping ... no ... gulping wine feeling my head throb.

I didn't get through half of my dinner before I used a phone call from Rudy to excuse myself. Rudy was drunk and announced he was going back to some guy's apartment.

"And he's so cute, Angel Boi," he grinned over the phone. "We're gonna fool around and tape it."

I was reeling from the alcohol and my increasingly nauseated state.

"You can't be serious, Rudy," I managed to say.

"Totally. He's so cute. Say hi to him."

The guy Rudy threw on the phone was no more coherent than Rudy himself. I wanted to reason with Rudy but was completely powerless. Especially when all I could think about was not wanting to throw up.

Mark and his guests were loud. The volume was actually the same as before when I was a part of the group. But now, every sound was magnified by at least one hundred. I turned my light off and laid on my bed. Twisting and turning. Trying to escape my migraine. The guys listened to music and talked and laughed. I was furious with myself for being sick and not being able to join them. They went out and came back probably an hour later. I was unable to sleep but tried to keep still. Just lying there in the dark with my eyes closed. I was sweating and feeling much worse.