Wordle by Wordle: Day 111
Saturday, April 20, 2024
Wordle #1036 – LUCID
Or maybe, Bree shouldn’t have dragged me on this trip in the first place.
A “divorce party,” she’d called it. A weekend escape to Santa Cruz to forget all about Roy, she’d said, just as soon as the paperwork was finalized. I had been resistant from the start. Not least because I knew it would give me a good excuse to wallow, and to drink.
And drink I did.
Bree had found a divey bar purporting to be a five-star cocktail lounge on the edge of town. It was small, and crowded, but Bree finagled a barrel table and a couple of high stools for us on the outdoor patio.
To fight off the chilly night air, I’d warmed up with two vodka sodas, with lemon, my drink of choice. Not that I was all that picky.
Even when Bree tried to cut me off—several vodka sodas later—by running interference between me and the bartender, I’d somehow thrown back a couple more. Probably when she was busy flirting with any guy who looked at her, which was a lot.
Around midnight, maybe, I’m not sure, Bree said something that set me off. Something about how Roy and I had always been an odd couple, I think. So I stormed out, weaving my way to my car with Bree on my heels. First, cajoling me not to drive, then, making a lunge for my keys.
How I had managed to evade her, find my Subaru, and get halfway to our cabin Airbnb without careening off the hillside was anyone’s guess. Bree must have followed me in her own car…
My focus slowly came back to the present, to the tree and the rain, to Bree looking at me expectantly. I got the impression she had asked me a question.
“What?” I stumbled over the word, still far from lucid.
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