mourning sunshine

“Oh shit!!”  I saw the clock through the accumulation of sleep in my eyes.  I jumped up so fast, looking around for a familiar sight of any kind.  Nothing is recognizable to me, not the room or any of the people.  I look out the window for some point of reference but it’s nothing but a hotel parking lot.  I began grabbing for sox that were not even mine.  Trying to wake up Tran from a black out drunken night of partying was proving harder than I expected.  The only thing Tran could possibly be at this point is passed out drunk and sleeping it off, dead to the world.  I pulled back with my left fist, so angry I didn’t care if I killed my friend of six years.  Half way through delivery of the killer punch the fist opened to a slap but it didn’t matter.  He still wouldn’t wake.  After the unsuccessful attempts I ventured into the adjoining hotel room to find the rest of my clothes and try to piece together the night that had brought us to……  where the fuck am I?  Hotel6 was on the key card on the floor.    The last thing I remember is bar poker and buckets of beer from Brewster outside of Atlanta.  It’s not my sock but, I don’t care enough to make the distinction, I have got to get the hell outta here, NOW!  Half clothed and looking for my shirt or any shirt that my boss won’t question me about I reentered the Yeager stank room where I had woken.  There was Tran sitting up holding his right ear where the boom of a bitch slap had landed only minutes earlier.  He looked lost, more lost then I felt two minutes ago when this all started.  “What happened to my face?” he asked as he looked around.   “What happened to this room?  Yo, man where are your tickets, you still got em right?” Tran wanted to know.  The sad thing is I really have no idea and there was no one else there that we knew to ask, just passed out bodies and the occasional article of clothing strung about.  “Find you shit and lets go I’m about to be late for work.  Come on!” I pleaded.  Tran, looking further confused tells me, “man just relax, call in your in no shape to go to work.  You’re not hung over which means you’re still drunk and besides that I’m hung over as fuck and going nowhere right now.”  “Man I have got to get the fuck to work!”  I told him again.  “Oh shit, you don’t remember anything do you?  Ok, relax man; you’re not going to work.  Not sure how to tell you this but we’re in Athens GA.  It was right then that I laid eyes on the room key card again and saw what I didn’t want to believe, the word Athens.  I’m extra fired……  I sat in silence for a minute or two trying to come to terms with the gravity my situation but that turned sharply to panic, followed immediately by the room spinning.  “how in the FUCK FUCK FUCK  are we in Athens!?” I asked, the .  Tran sat up on the hotel sofa he was crammed on and said, “Pogue how do you not remember, you drove here from the bar after poker night!?”