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[05 Jul 2008|10:43pm] |
TEAM JALANI.
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[05 Jul 2008|05:10pm] |
It is pretty sad that even after that long night of long island ice tea and shots I can remember that night as if it happened yesterday...
It started out as a normal day I woke up at five in the morning. I dressed myself in my favorite billybong bikini top and a pair of sweat shorts. I pulled what little hair I had in a ponytail and topped it off with a package to hold back any stray hairs from falling into my face. I slipped on my tennis shoes and ran out the door. I waved at Mr. Caccia, like I do every morning, while he pulled out of his drive way to go to work. My feet carried me to the beach where I ran up and down the coastline until the sun began to rise. I darted back towards my place knowing if I didn’t hurry I’d be late for work. Who honestly enjoys working at six in the morning? Obviously me since I have been doing it for nearly two years.
I ran towards the bathroom and jumped in the show washing away the grim and sweat from my skin. I jumped out and slipped into my work clothes. A button up white shirt, tan shorts and my work issued shoes. I blew dry my hair and applied a little bit of make-up not really caring how I looked. I knew most of the people who stepped inside the door and have since I was a little girl. They saw me through my awkward, geeky, and chubby years. I have to admit I had my doubts if I’d ever grow out of them but I finally did into a “fine looking young women” as Mrs. Deno tells me every morning. I feed my roommate and my cat, Sunshine, before I grabbed my purse and was out the door. I don’t own a car since everywhere I wanted or needed was only a walk away.
Arriving in front of the Doughnut Hole I grabbed myself a glazed doughnut and finished the couple of feet walk to the front door of the Java Cup. Two employees where already standing outside the door for me to let them in. We would be short staffed this morning since one of the other guys called off which was fine. I like to believe I could handle anything thrown my way but I was sadly mistaken. As soon as the open sign was flipped a crowd poured in and didn’t stop until around lunch time. I finally was able to take a break and sat in the back doing a crossword puzzle that was in the newspaper. After only getting two I threw it to the side and went back to work.
The rest of the shift flew by and the closing manager came in around two. I was out of there faster then they could blink. My back hurt, I had coffee all over my apron, and my feet were sore. I just wanted to get home and soak in the bathtub for the rest of the night. Arriving home to an empty house I made something to eat for lunch and changed into a tank top and a pair of shorts. I watched some TV and then I received a phone call from my best friend saying she wanted to go out. Not being one to say no to the bar I jumped in the shower once again dressed in my sexiest outfit and was out the door. I figured, the better I looked the less money I’d have to spend on drinks. I met up with her in front of her place and we walked to the bar. Knowing the bouncer we were allowed in without waiting in line- just the way I liked it. We sat at our favorite table and checked out the new crowd of tourist. I have to admit there were some pretty good looking ones and boy were they friendly. By the time the bar really start hopping I had five plastic shot glasses in front of me for free drinks.
Four long island ice teas later I was feeling good, well good doesn’t even describe how drunk I was. I managed to find my way onto the dance floor and bumped into Trenton. I saw him around and we never really talked. He was hot, but there was something about him that, before tonight, turned me off of him. With all the alcohol coursing through my body it felt like my whole body was powered by it rather then blood. I began to flirt and before I know it we were dancing. We got a few more drinks and sat in the corner just talking. I’m not sure whose bright idea it was, if it was me I’d kick my own ass, we wanted to do something crazy. Something that neither of us would ever do, we started a list running around town naked, skinny dipping, etc… but nothing seemed good enough. Then a light went off after we stepped outside. The lights on the small wedding chapel lit up the sidewalk and that is all I can remember. I’m not sure if it was because the alcohol finally blurred my memory or I have forced the tragedy of the memory into the deepest and darkest parts of my brain.
I woke up the next morning to my cell phone going off. It was the other morning manger asking if I could cover their shift and being the work-alcoholic I am I said I would. When I finally opened my eyes I jumped out of bed causing my stomach to lurch into my throat. I was not in my room and I sure in the hell didn’t have any clothes on except my underwear. I ripped the stray t-shirt from off the chair and my shorts off the floor and dressed quickly. I ran out of his place and went straight to work. I changed into one of the extra uniforms and fixed myself. It was then I saw the ring on my finger and the corner of a piece of paper sticking out of my pocket. I kept repeating to myself it was nothing, it was nothing. I unfolded the paper and read it. I nearly passed out and took a seat on the floor. I lifted the lid to the toilet as everything came rushing back to me. I thought I was going to be sick.
The knock on the door and the concerned voice of a friend I took a deep breath and stepped out. I folded up the piece of paper and stuffed it into the apron. I thought, and still think, it was just a very bad dream. The dream became a reality while I was leaning against the counter with a rag filled with ice to my head and a cup of coffee in my hand. He walked in with a grin on his face and I groaned. Never in a million years did I think I’d pull a Britney Spears. It was then I realized why I was always turned off by him. His grin, that stupid eyebrow thing he did when he was amused, and his sometimes obnoxious attitude. I remember clearly telling him to go away and it only made him more amused. He plopped down in a chair in the back of the shop and sat there. Anytime a guy talked to me that day he had something to say and screamed to everyone that we were married. I knew this was going to be hell.
A month later, he still is as annoying as ever and the idea of getting it annulled or divorced only makes him laugh. He has this whole idea, I’m not sure where he learned it from and would love to choke the person, that once he got married he would stay married for richer or poor, sickness and in health, and all that other lovey dovey bullshit. My life has become a very vivid nightmare that was never going to end. I was once Miss Leilani Martinez a fun loving single gal looking for Mr. Right-Now and, until the day I die or until he comes to his sense, will be forever known as Mrs. Trenton Sacchi.
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[04 Jul 2008|11:34am] |
With my body and soul, I want you more than you'll ever know ( . )
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