August 20th 6:10pm - Wake Up!!!
Earlier this summer my friends and I went out on a Saturday night. The next morning a friend of ours was running in a half marathon and I resolved to go… moral support, you know. Well, and the race was in wine country coupled with the promise of free wine tasting... not exactly a tough decision. The viscous catch was that another friend was picking me up at 4:45am to drive to the wine chase. It is beyond my comprehension why people can’t run in the afternoon. Slumber for the night beginning at 3am became a siesta when I was rudely awakened at 4:40am. Another of my friends had to get home to Marin and deemed it an easy ride if we dropped her off on our way to Napa . My job: waking her up. The cell phone call roused me, and I rolled over and gently touched her arm. No response. I said her name and rubbed her arm. I did it again. Nothing. I patted her arm. I picked up her arm and let it drop. I yelled her name. I shook her arm. I placed my hands on either side of her head and shook it. The phone rang, the ride was outside. I screamed her name. I straddled her, wrapped each of my hands around her corresponding shoulders and violently crashed her body back and forth from the bed into the air into the bed again. Nothing. I jumped up and down on the bed, situated my face inches from hers and screeched her name. Dead to the world. I left. And answered a call from her at 9:30am. Famous first words: "Why didn't you wake me up?"
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