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Drunken Mistakes and a Lackluster Breakfast Reilly Johnson Scene: a way too busy dinner on an abnormally loud Monday morning Characters: Myself- dying from my first real hangover, and uneasy from the night before. Little Brother- My best and first friend I made in college. He is in love with me. The R.A.- The boy I have a major crush on, who is also Little Brothers closest friend since high school. Purpose: Brunch with my two favorite guys in hopes of mending the rift that arose from the actions of the previous night To the outside perspective we were just three average college kids, obviously too hungover to talk from a night of debaucheries. Most likely skipping our morning classes. That’s only half right… well it’s all right, but only half of the story. Sure, as we chugged our coffee, and we wished for Tylenol. We were praying that the greasy hash browns were magic and would soak up the rest of the liquor in our stomachs. Each of us pleaded with our god for the miracle of sobriety. We were not talking; our heads were pounding but that was just a good excuse. If we broke our silence, it would shatter the illusion of last night didn’t really happen. It would thrust us into facing the shame head on, and that was out of the question. Our heads were going through enough right now. That was the whole reason we agreed to go get burnt coffee and bad eggs at the ungodly hour of ten thirty in the morning. It was meant to be a reset. Little brother is the only one of us who drinks regularly. The R.A and I tend to get our kicks from other vices. However, we will drink occasionally. Last night was one of those occasions (and boy were we all regretting it now). That breakfast was a lot like watching an old person falling in slow motion. It was the funniest thing if you didn’t know them, but if you knew the old person, you would (A) not be able to look away, (B) have a pit in your stomach the size of Cuba, and 73
