City of Angels
It was my first date with a guy I knew from college and I had traveled a good six hours by car to see him for a Saturday night date. I went out with a good friend who I was staying with Friday night and drank way too much alcohol. I was fine on Saturday afternoon, but pre-date jitters meant that I spent most of the day primping rather than recuperating and hydrating. During the dinner date I had a few drinks. We went to the movies and I ended up spending the night. All was good.
On the way back to my friend’s place in the morning, my date and I decided to get breakfast. Keep in mind that it was summer in Los Angeles and already quite hot outside. When I stood up to get out of the car, I passed out. I woke up and tried to make it into the restaurant, but by that point, I couldn’t see. I made him call me an ambulance and we spent the rest of the day in the hospital, where I got six bags of saline fluid and a lecture from the doctor about how I needed to “change my lifestyle.”
I was clearly the offender.
