I said, walking into my bedroom and pulling up the blinds. Lisa groaned and squinted against the light flooding the room. “What the fuck?” she said. “I’m on vacation. I should be allowed to sleep in.” “You did sleep in,” I said. “It’s one in the afternoon. Your flight leaves at ten. If we’re going to do anything today, you need to get your ass out of bed. Like, now.” Lisa covered her face with a pillow and groaned again. “My head hurts like hell,” she said. “You know what they say, ‘Coke before liquor, never sicker.’” She picked up her pillow and tossed it at me. “Bitch, please. It’s ‘Beer before liquor, never sicker,’ and for your information, I was drinking champagne.” “Wow,” I said, “Coke and champagne. You’re all class.” Lisa shot me a dirty look, then crawled out of bed. “Where are my glasses?” she asked. “On my bedside table.” She grabbed them, and put them on her face.
