I put both hands up to feel around for it, but I could only feel my painful hair. I opened my eyes a bit, but the light of day hurt them. I attempted to take stock of my situation. I was in the super comfy bed in my hotel room, but I had no idea how I got here. The last thing I remembered was singing Sweet Caroline and drinking Hurricanes at Pat O’Brien’s. Ooh … that’s why I felt like a sledgehammer hit me. What a miserable feeling. A quick check of my body revealed I was still wearing yesterday’s underwear. That was a good sign. I rolled over onto my side and saw a wastebasket beside the bed. Thank goodness it was empty. I guess I could hold my liquor; I just couldn’t handle it. My watch showed it was 11:00. I missed breakfast with the guys, but I was glad they let me sleep. I had desperately needed it. Too bad I felt like a truck hit me. Even my toes hurt. Our mystery tour wasn’t scheduled to start until 1:00, so there was plenty of time to get ready.
