I have a headache.

It has to be the damn tequila. I'm going to bitch out Larry when I see him later tonight. "Come on," he said. "We have to go. It's Chris's birthday." That's how it started. That's how it always starts.

We all met up at L.I.T.M. on Newark Ave. It was me, Larry, Chris, Shelley, Liz, Mark, and Cindy. Larry, Shelley, and I walked over from my apartment on 6th street. Chris and Mark were already there; Liz and Cindy came by about half an hour after we showed up.

It was about ten o'clock and we started the night off with a round of tequila with a toast to Chris for his 27th birthday. It got worse from there. There were quite a few rounds of tequila, Southern Comfort, and some that I've never even heard of.

L.I.T.M. closes at midnight, so we headed to the Merchant on Grove Street. It was not as crowded as it usually is, we were able to put a few tables together in the smoking section. Liz ordered some appetizers, the fried calamari and I think mozzarella sticks but I can't be sure.

The last thing I remember was the waiter coming over around two and telling us it was last call. So we filled up on anything and everything. We had two more rounds of shots, plus I had a pint of Guinness. We finally left a little after three.

So here I am now, lying in bed with the worst hangover headache I've known. I rub my eyes and realize my bladder is about to burst so I get up out of bed and go to my master bathroom.

I'm standing there relieving myself, or truer to the point, trying not to tip over while relieving myself when I notice a cool breeze coming through the window. I must have opened the window last night, trying to get some of the cool night air to circulate through the rooms. I zip up and wash my hands and rinse my face with some cold water. I decide to brush my teeth because of the bad alcohol taste that is still lingering in my mouth. I dry off and look at my watch: one thirty. Damn.

I step out of the bathroom and head back towards the bed when I notice something sticking out from underneath it. I bend down and notice that it's a foot. A bare foot. I rub my eyes and look under the bed and see a naked ass and two naked legs.

Then I notice a liquid pooling under the hips. A redish liquid.