“Nikki…Nik…..NIKKI.” I attempt to wake up. “Nnnik—eee, Nik—-eee?” again in a more drunken slur.
“Huh?” I mumble.
“We have a…um’ed…sit-u-ation” she says giggling.
This “situation” better be a mini van full of strippers in the driveway pulling a Coors Light Trailer for someone to be waking me up from this incredible dream I am having.
“What would that be?”
“Your girl! Call her” I hear simultaneously with the sound of someone peeing in the bathroom.
“Why?” I groan.
“Because, hee hee, she locked herself out of the restaurant and her car and I am drunked up so she tells me to come wake up you for her, hee hee” I hear with a flush.
Shit what time is it? I pick up my phone and look at the time. 2:09 a.m.
“Uggh.” is all I manage to reply.
I push notification and it says 3 missed calls and 4 text messages so I call her…”uh huh” I grumble.
“Hi baybeee” she says in a hyper voice.
“Hi”
“What are you doing? Are you asleep? Have you been drinking? Well baby, ai’, I locked myself out of work and my car, have you been drinking, Hello?” she says as she gasps for air.
“Uh huh” I reply
“Oh you have? Don’t worry I will take a cab. How much have you had?” she says in one breath.
“Yes, I was asleep and I had two beers a long time ago”
The alcohol consumption was around 10:00 p.m. but I am not going to waste time explaining this to her. She is obviously in a panic and is not in the listening mood.
“Well…I know what your two beers mean so I will call a taxi, are you asleep?”
I am pretty sure I was talking so I ignore the tenth time she asked me if I was asleep. I will have to agree with her about my definition of two beers because this is not always accurate. However, in this case it was in fact just two.
“I will get dressed and head that way. Oh but wait, where is your work?”
I haven’t lived here that long. I don’t usually explore the East side of Seattle but I have been lost many times and paid attention.
“Are you sure? This wouldn’t do any good for either of us if you are drunk. Really, are you sure? Well just get on 520 East? Are you sure? Baby?”
“Yes, I will call you when I am in the car” as I fall out of bed.
At this point I have said two sentences, I dodged a drunken person, I fell on the floor and I still don’t know where I am heading. I grab some jogging pants and the biggest warmest hoodie I can see with one eye and my shoes and head out the door in search of Hwy 520 or Road 520 or State Hwy 520, this is unknown at this time.
“Hi” I say when she picks up
As she sucks in some air I hear, “Hi, did you fall back asleep? You said you were going to call me when you were in the car. Where are you? How are you? Did you fall asleep?”
I am still not completely awake and her energy level is similar to someone who has been snorting cocaine off of a stripper’s ass all night.
“I am in the car” I say as if I really needed to point out the obvious. I am sure there is considerable background noise of passing cars, wind and the bump bump noise the tires make when hitting cracks in the road.
“But Baby….you said…you would call me when you were in the car”
“Yes babe, and once again I am in the car. What exit do I take?”
“Ummm, oh shit…I don’t know the name, ummm” Pause.
“It is the second to the last exit on 520.” She says proudly.
My eyes get wide and I shake my head because I am sure she really is not this absent minded. I mean what the hell am I supposed to do? I guess I could drive until the road stops. Instead of saying anything I remain silent for a minute. I am hoping some little map quest fairy will pop in her head.
I finally say “WHAT?”
Laughter fills my ear which is quickly ended with “I will call you back” Click and silence.
“What the Fuck?” I say to an empty car.
I put the phone down in the passenger seat and look up to see a sign which reads, Redmond Way. Well, I know she works in Redmond so I will try this. If all else fails I can get back on 520 and go all the way to the end and come back to what may be the second to last one. It is now 2:39 in the morning. So I exit.
There is a sign that says “Food <—-“ and since she works in a restaurant it seems sensible to take a left. I don’t want to go too far in the event I am wrong so I pull in a parking lot.
I pick the phone up and dial…ring…ring…ring….”Hi this is…”
Damn voicemail. I push end and put the phone back in the passenger seat. I am puzzled as to what she could be doing. I look around for some gum, a mint, maybe some water, a revolver. No luck. Bzzzz bzzzz “whucha know about me” bzzz bzzz my phone says.
“Uh huh”
“Hi baby, WELL! Take the one that says next to last exit” and laughter erupts in my ear.
I pull the phone away from my head like it has just spit on me. I immediately think she must have been drinking the wine she was cooking with.
“What in the” is interrupted with more laughter and I hear “no take the Redmond Way exit and keep going until you run into me” again the phone has just puked on me so it is further away from my head. I am not in the mood for this shit. It is freezing outside and I am losing patience. Until I run in to her?
“Um, do I take a left or a right?” I say very slowly and accurately to accommodate her lack of concentration on the very simple task of giving me directions to a place she drives to every damn day. Never mind the fact I have already taken a left and know there are only two options once you exit. THAT WOULD BE LEFT OR RIGHT!
“Oh left” she giggles.
“Got it and then what”
“Just keep going until you see me or a vee she says in Spanish (I think) because “ah Vee” is not clear in my years of getting directions.
“What?..Ah—V?” I pronounce again in a manner as if I am talking to a 4 year old from China who is deaf.
“Yep”
I bang my head on the steering wheel and almost hit the curb. I don’t know about anyone else but I am pretty damn sure there is not some restaurant in the middle of the road taking up the middle lane just waiting for me to smack in it going 40 miles per hour.
“HONEY, Left or the right is more of what I was hoping for?”
“Neither baby”
“Neither? Really? What the…oh there it is” is simultaneous with “There you are” as I slam on my brakes to take a left into the parking lot from the middle lane of where I guess that phantom restaurant was really suppose to be. I am sure if you are reading this I do NOT need to point out that I took a LEFT. In her defense the road does V but the only option is to take a left from this direction.
I pull around by her car and park. I look around. To the left, to the right, in front of the car, behind the car, nothing, no girl, not even a mouse. I wait a minute and look around. Finally I pick up my phone to call and on the first ring she appears.
“Hi baby”
“Hi”
“I am so cold” she whimpers.
I turn up the heat and push the button for her seat warmer and put my hand on her hand “I bet.”
“Ai ya ai, BABY my hands are cold, they feel like they are going to break off”
“Oh…sorry” I say and put the car in reverse. I mean seriously, sorry about the brief moment of affection I just attempted.
“Uhh, I can’t believe I did that, I knew I did it when the door shut, I am so glad I grabbed my hat and scarf or I would have really been cold. Can you believe I did that?, oi, uh…baby turn here. Oh look that cop thinks he is sneaky, look at him. You said you were going to call when you were in the car, I thought you fell back to sleep. Were you asleep? I’m sorry. Thank you for picking me up.”
I know she doesn’t do drugs but if I didn’t know better she was talking like a crack ho needing a fix. I mean why bother answering all of those questions? I don’t think she is going to wait for an answer. It should be pretty obvious that I can believe you did that since I just drove all of the way here. She knows I was asleep and for the love of God I am in the car this can be clearly proven by the fact she is sitting in it with me. Instead of saying this I simply mumble, “I was in the car.”
“Well I just thought”
I rudely interrupt her by saying “Were you busy?” in an attempt to get away from this conversation where I am doing my best to stay calm and patient.
“Of course! It was Friday! It is always busy on Fridays and then the owner, well his best friend died and it was his friend from High School and so he had to leave. It is an awful story, the wife went to take the kids and then came back, and BABY! The heat, the heat! What is the problem?…uh” She turns all the vents to point up, turns the wrong dial, pushed the vents again.
I stare at her while she has this fit and then turn the appropriate dial to one and move the other dial back to the proper position.
“I just don’t like heat that blows.”
“I see” is all I say but of course my patience is right about gone at this point. I mean I think everyone should act like a two year old in need of Ritalin when turning down the heat.
We drive for a little bit. I remain my calm self remembering she has just worked her ass off, stood out in the cold and probably more tired than I am. This keeps me in check.
“Baby…BABY, what in the hell are you doing? What is that music, the radio…what is it?” she says in a panic.
“What are you talking about?”
“The music, it is just barely there, it sounds like a whisper or something, ugh, ai’, it’s driving me crazy”
I turn the radio off and think how much further until we are at her house. I am fuming inside. Seriously, could it have been so hard to extend the forearm and push the radio off? Who is this person in my car and when is she getting out?
There is silence now, just the road noise. I am looking at the lights reflecting off the water while talking myself into a more submissive state of mind.
“Nikki, this exit…right here, ughhh, I thought you knew…be careful” she says with more enthusiasm than I want to hear.
That is it, I am officially untrained now.
“You should get in the backseat, this is ridiculous. You can’t bitch the entire way home when you wake me out of a dead sleep to come get you, give really bad directions and complain about the heat, the radio and my lack of direction. If you want to be a backseat driver then get in the backseat” I blurt out.
“Ok fine, it’s just…”
“NO, I have had more patience than a kindergarten teacher” I say as I look ahead of me and realize I don’t know which way to turn. SHIT!
Well fuck this I damn sure am not going to make a wrong turn so I sit for a minute and finally blurt out “Which way?”
Silence! I look over and her lips are pierced and her hand is extended pointing to the right while flipping me off.
Oh NOW she can extend her arm and do something with her finger! WOMEN!