i woke up at around noon today, covered in a blue sleeping bag, curled up on the couch with my sweatshirt as a pillow. I hear Lana walk in, talk of gatorade and suddenly a Blue Raspberry bottle of gatorade is shoved into my little cave of hungoverness. I open the bottle, pealing off the protective covers and put it to my mouth.
the cool sweet taste flows into my dry, sticky mouth, washing away the horrible residue of the beer that was consumed moments before i fell into my drunken coma. Never has gatorade ever tasted so good. Lana has achieved sainthood for her walking to Wa-Wa’s to get it for jeff and me.