Write about: the shot.
Sorry for being so slow in responding to your comments lately, it's been hard to find time just to do the blog with all these house guests around. I will get to them eventually though, promise.
Between Kat having to get her RH factor pregnancy shot done in Penticton this afternoon, and us attending prenatal classes (also in Penticton) the next two Monday evenings, we've decided to shift our local and box program orders to Tuesdays for the next three weeks.
So, basically, I'm going to have no idea what day it is for the rest of the month.
Everything goes black after the fifth shot.
Before it I remember faces, sounds, colors. A crowded dance floor, eye-catching necklines, music that vibrated ribs and altered heartbeats. Money changing hands - mostly mine being taken by bartenders, but sometimes bills landing in my upturned palm.
Not sure what that was about, exactly. Won bets, I guess.
But that shot shut the door on any further memories of last night. The rest is a mystery that will require assistance if I have any hope of solving it. Alone, too many questions would remain unanswered.
And judging by the amount of blood on my clothing this morning, they are questions that I must confront sooner than later.