Confuzzled

I woke up in a place I don't know. I don't remember how I got here, and I'm not trying to be racist here but I see a bunch of brown people with straight hair. But to confirm my assumption, after I got up against the will of my pounding head to ask where I was and where the nearest drug store was. The words "No hablas ingles," tumbled out of the older womans mouth.

So I referred to my wonderful older college friends checklist of "What to do when lost and either hungover or drugged." Step One was to assess your symptoms. I have referred to my symptoms of being hungover list and concluded that I am indeed the victim of post-intoxication.

On to Step Two, searching your body for any clues, marks and/or new tattoos. After close inspection I've sucessfully determined that no needles have punctured my skin. And finally Step Three was to figure out how to get back home.

After some cold water to the face I decided I was awake enough to continue the fight against my migraine and queasy stomach, well enough to try my luck in remembering my third grade spanish class past my colors. (Because that's the useful stuff to teach kids in other languages.)

When I walked outside I listened (and prayed) to hear someone speaking english. To my luck they did and I ran over to them as best as a zombie like myself could and begged them to tell me where I was. I didn't realize until the words poured out of my mouth that I just told a group of men I didn't know that I was lost with no recollection of my past who knows how many hours.

"Ohhhh. You guys remember her yea? She's the one who accepted the big man's challenge." One of them said to the group.

I frowned and turned him slowly back towards me remembering to avoid fast movements.

"The big guy?" I asked frowning. More so from the sun than confusion.

He nodded his head and I winced making him stop and laugh. A concerned one at least.

"You and your friend group came off the cruise boat tour. They're not too far away seeing as tourist don't venture past a thirty minute walk around here. It's messed up they left you, but as bad as you look right now if I didn't watch you down thosed shots last night I'd think you were dying of ebola. You should just head back to where they left you and wait." He said shrugging.

I nodded my head and turned away to walk off before realizing I didn't ask where the store was for much needed medication.

"Hey, do you know where they sell aspirin around here?" I asked turning back to face him.

Right as he was about to answer two hands grabbed my shoulders and started pulling me backwards. The person said something to make the guy smile and wave goodbye, but my brain wasn't catching up.

"We clearly said on the note to wait until we got back with breakfast." What I now realized to be my friends said to me as the rest nodded their heads.

One held up a bag smiling and I took it ripping into the package of aspirin before the wamr danish and coffee.

"We got to go to make it back on the boat to get good seats for when the bar opens." I said smiling with a mouthful of pastry.