The Morning After ... or ... 11 bottles of wine on the floor

Ahh Delightful...

Just got home
Brushed my teeth
I cant stand waking up
and having to wait to brush my teeth
call it my own peeve
but I have a sensitivity
to certain kinds of toothpaste
and am not particularly fond
of using other peoples toothbrushes
even those I have been
in relationships with

the house is a mess
eight people for dinner
three stayed the night
eleven empty bottles of wine
and one empty bottle of Belvedere
someone put away the monopoly game
after I left

I have friends sleeping it off
in two of my spare bedrooms

will be waking them up
here shortly

For the traditional
morning after omelet
I make the one hundred and ninth
greatest omelet in the world
which
out of six billion possible competitors
is just fine with me
of course
probably half of those have never had an omelet
let alone tried to make the perfect one

Ah I hear a knock,
a thumping sound from downstairs
must be someone rousing

I am curious
What exactly does a hangover feel like?
I have never had one
nor my father or brother before me
but she is hung over in a bad way

she looks darling
in the scrubs
I keep around for such an occasion

It is obvious
that her world
is still blurred

gently guiding her to the downstairs bathroom
proving her with a towel
a toiletry kit containing

Shampoo
Conditioner
Shaving Cream
A Razor
Body Soap
Facial Soap
A Comb
A Toothbrush
Toothpaste
Mouthwash
Tylenol
all of it unused of course

a side effect
of traveling as I have
is that I have
hoarded toiletries
in those small bottles
for use in such kits
originally
I just had them
for myself
so when I traveled
I would just grab a ziploc bag
rather than worry about forgetting something
after several occasions
of scrounging around my house
to properly outfit
overnight guests
I decided just to make
a few kits
for them

Anyway I had better wrap up shortly
wake the others up
and direct them to various bathrooms
to get cleaned up

I have about 20 minutes
to get started on the omelets

in closing
the meal was a divine success
and the surprise of the evening
was the Moscato D'asti
which turned out to be a divine bubbly for desert

And I must
give due props
to my dear friend HS
as he was an equal partner
in planning
cooking
serving
and hosting the evening

I am thankful to have such friends

Afterwards
we played monopoly
at the insistence of someone or another
and it was good fun
passing wine and a "tobacco" water pipe
around the table

I must confess
to being an ungracious host
as I handily stomped
the rest of them
What can I say...
I was born a capitalist
even if I now have doubts
to the value of said religion

Curses of Devil spawn
and threats of bodily harm
rang through the night
I just smiled and
rolled the dice