"Dean, get the... the tournedos of Beef to table 3 - Mark, the woman at table 6 wants.... something, I forget what -- Scott, don't forget to punch out on weekends... I mean, John, don't forget to tell -- come on guys, hustle.

MAN!

Was I still hungover from the weekend or what???

"Joanna, get me some ice please -- Clay, keep the racket down in the hallway, it's killing me -- Okay! We're ready with the second course, right??? Right? --

MAN!

My head was pounding -- I was beginning to feel the weekend, badly. One of those hangovers where they don't even tease you about it -- they KNOW what condition you're in.

*****

I made Eric drive back from Palm Springs. I slept most of the way and he seemed to be in one of his "moods" anyway -- distant and a little sullen. I didn't know why and I was in too much pain to really care.

We stopped at a diner for breakfast. I about puked when the over easy eggs showed up. I excused myself -- went to the john and doused myself with cold water -- it helped.

For about ten seconds.