I woke up the next morning feeling like death and totally embarrassed by myself. I was a grown woman, not some twenty something year old at a college frat party. I should have known better and I should have not cared and just gotten myself at the very least a roll. Hindsight’s 20/20. As I laid on my bed going over the events of the night I started to think, it wasn’t all that bad was it? Yea, yea it was. All of a sudden I realized I didn’t have my car. Oh my god. Now not only did I feel like death and look like death I was going to have to call one of my girlfriends to help me go get my car. Ugh. So I did the inevitable “walk of shame” with my girlfriend back to the bar to get my car and got home and got back into bed. I laid there thinking what to do next. I had to apologize, but really there was no excuse for my poor display of adulthood. I picked up my phone and dialed jolly guys number and it rang once, then again, then again, then his voicemail (thank goodness) I then said “Well, that’s one way to make a first impression. I wanted to call and apologize. I am so very sorry for last night. I will totally understand if I never hear from you again, but I wanted to say thank you for a nice night and for driving me home and being such a gentleman. I appreciate it” And I hung up. An hour went by and I heard nothing back. Another hour went by and still nothing. I get it. There was really no need for him to call me back. What would he say? You’re welcome? Thanks for not puking in my car? I felt like an idiot and rightfully so, I was ashamed of myself. Then I began to think about the fun we had before I ruined it. The ease of conversation, the belly laughter, the kiss. I got out of bed and started to get myself together to take a shower when I looked down and saw the breath mints still laying there on the floor. I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. God I hate breath mints. They are curiously strong and made me very sick. That was my take away, when drinking too much do not try to compensate your vomit breath with a fresh minty feel. About three hours after my initial apology phone call my phone rang. I was stunned to see it was jolly guy, but braced myself for what he could possibly have to say. I picked up the call and said hello and on the other end all I heard was laughter…not hello, not superlatives, but sheer jolly laughter. And then I laughed and begged him not to make fun of me. These are the words he then spoke “I didn’t call you back cause I was busy at work and because I wanted to make you sweat a bit, but I have to say, two weeks ago my very best friend married his soul mate and on their first date she threw up on him. I have to take last night as a good sign. And I’d love to see you again, but no mistake…..you will never live this down” I was shocked and touched. He said he had to go and get back to work, but that he would never forget his first date with me and that I had surely made it memorable. Just when you expect people to do one thing they do another and totally surprise you. I was of course still horrified by my behavior, but what a breath of fresh air to not get yelled at or put down or scolded like a child. All he did was laugh. A deep, raspy, belly laugh. Of course at my expense, but he was right. What a wonderfully fantastic and ridiculous story to be able to tell our grandkids one day. When they were age appropriate of course. All of a sudden I was whisked back to reality out of my dreamlike state of fairy tale endings when my daughter walked into my room with a cup of coffee and toast slammed it on the dresser and said “I made this cause I thought you were sick, but your just hung over. Nice going” I had nothing to say to that. She was right. But then I changed the tone of what she said and said it again to myself with a smile……Nice Going.