I walked into my hotel room, threw my purse and shopping bags on the bed and collapsed beside them. My night was perfect. No tour managers, concert promoters, security guards, roadies, publicists, radio stations, magazines, journalists, family or band members called me once�it was pure bliss. My evening started out at the Canterbury Restaurant for dinner. I had a house salad, 3-cheese lasagna, garlic bread, apple tart alamode with extra caramel, and a glass of wine. Next I headed to the mall and shopped until it closed at 9 p.m. I bought a couple pairs of jeans, 2 swimsuits, a few vintage looking t-shirts, a hoodie, a few books, a new pair of chucks, new pajamas, and a pair of bondage pants. I also bought some really fake, cheesy looking bling-bling for everyone to wear when we play Vendetta. After that I went and saw the late showing for �How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days�. It is the cutest movie I�ve seen in ages.
I looked over at the clock on the bedside table, it read 1:14 a.m. On any other normal night I would be on the tour bus right now, tired as hell, trying to get some sleep in between the bumpy roads and truck stops�but not tonight. I�m wide-awake. I closed my eyes and took in the silence for a few moments before deciding that I should get up and put some pajamas on. I dumped out the contents of my shopping bags onto the bed and plucked out a pair of red pajama pants with black horseshoes and clovers on them and a black spaghetti strap tank top to match. I put them on and rolled the waistband down on the pants so they sat on my hips. I took the barrette out of my hair and pulled it into a messy bun.
I grabbed one of the new books off the bed, sat down in a chair looking out the window, and began reading. A few pages in I heard a loud banging sound coming from the room next door. I stopped reading and listened for the sound. When I didn�t hear it again after a minute I continued with my book. No sooner did I start reading again when I heard the noise three more times in a row. I got up from the chair and went and stood on my bed. I pressed my ear against the wall and listened to the occupants in the next room. I couldn�t really make out anything until the banging started up again, this time there was a rhythm to the banging, then I could faintly make out moaning. It took me a minute to realize the moaning was coming from a woman that was obviously being pleasured in some way and the banging was the headboard (of the bed she was probably in) hitting the wall.
I couldn�t stay in my room and listen in on other people having sex. It just felt wrong, so I grabbed my messenger bag and headed down to the �lounge� on the second floor. In all reality it isn�t really a lounge, its more like a balcony with a few tables and chairs that overlooks the escalators that lead to the main level. I spent the better part of the next hour reading my book and writing in my journal. Around 2 or so I decided to go back up to my room. Surely the happy couple next door weren�t still going at it, and if they were I�d just have to deal with it, I was getting tired. I fished through my messenger bag until I found my key card and started putting everything back in my bag when I heard 2 voices coming from downstairs.
�Show me how ju wan it to beh tell me baybay cause I need to know now OH because��
�Shh�people are trying to sleep.�
I walked over to the balcony and saw Benji trying to help a very inebriated Tony up the escalator, which had been stopped long ago to become stairs. Just as Tony was about to start in on the chorus of �Baby One More Time� by Britney Spears, he tripped over himself and fell on his ass. Benji started laughing hysterically.
�Dude�get up!�
Tony attempted standing but wasn�t successful.
�Need any help?� Benji looked up and saw me on the balcony. He smiled and shook his head.
�We�re beyond help.� If that isn�t the understatement of the year.
Tony was a little confused by my voice, unlike Benji, he didn�t see me standing above them.
�God�Is that you God?� Sure�why not.
�Yeah, its me.� Tony somehow managed to make it back up on his feet.
�Yo, when you gonna hook me and Britney up?�
�I�m gonna get him upstairs now.�
I watched for a minute as Benji struggled to get Tony up the stairs.
�Damnit you fucker, God was about to give me Britney�s number.� Silly Tony.
Once they were safely at the top of the stairs I headed for my own room. The room was quiet. No sex sounds coming from the next room. I shoved everything off my bed onto the floor and crawled under the blankets. My eyes were closed only a few minutes before there was a knock at the door. I let out a frustrated growl then got up and answered it.
Oh look its Benji. �I was sleeping in case you were wondering.�
�Sorry. I need a key to the suite.� I know he did not just ask me for a key to the suite.
�Where�s yours?�
Benji looked away from me and played with his middle lip ring. �In the room.�
I rolled my eyes and grabbed my copy of the suite key off the table by the door and handed it to him.
�Keep it I�ll get it tomorrow.� I tried to shut the door but Benji�s foot was in the way. �You see, the door won�t close with your foot in the way.�
�I know.� Well if you know genius then why is your foot in the way!!?? �I need help getting Tony into the room He�s decided he doesn�t care for walking on his own anymore.�
�Its my day off.� I whined and pouted like a 5 year old.
Benji pointed to his watch. �Actually your day off stopped a few hours ago.� Damnit�I knew I shouldn�t have told him to buy the digital watch, now he can tell time.
I stepped into the hallway, closing the door behind me, and followed Benji to the elevators.
When we reached the top floor a minute later I stepped off the elevator to see Tony propped up against a very large potted plant 20 feet away from the suite door. He was singing his own version of �N SYNC�s �Girlfriend�. For a guy in a rock band he sure knows an awful lot of pop songs.
�Why don chu be my girlfriend you can rub my wood�HEY GUYS! LOOK! I�m Chiquita banana.� Upon seeing us Tony ripped one of the rather large leafs off the plant and sat it atop his head. He then proceeded to pull his shirt up and slap his stomach in what I�m assuming was a beat to a song only he could hear.
Benji walked over to his friend and helped him off the floor. �Come on Tone lets get you inside.�
Tony put one arm around Benji�s shoulder and one around mine and we drug him into the suite.
�Lets put him on the couch.� Benji directed the 3 of us into the living room.
Once we reached the couch Benji and I laid Tony down on the sofa. Ok, so we dropped him on the floor first, accidentally. (of course) He made it on the couch eventually.
�I don�t feel so good now. Usually the room doesn�t spin this fast.� Can we say alcoholic?
�Maybe Tony would be more comfortable if we put him on the pull out in your room.�
Benji shook his head as he walked towards the door. �Tony gets horny when he�s drunk. I ain�t havin him in my room. Besides do you really wanna drag him the extra way into my room?�
�No.� Benji made a good point Tony was heavy.
�I�m gonna get an extra blanket from the maids. I�ll be right back.�
As soon as Benji left, Tony started moaning. �I feel like��
�Vomiting?� Tony shook his head. �I�ll get you a trash can.�
I walked into the bathroom and grabbed a small trashcan and a cold wet washcloth. On the way back into the room I got a bottle of water from the mini-fridge. When I returned to Tony�s side I placed the trash can next to him on the floor and put the washcloth on his forehead.
�Here, sip on this water. It�ll help flush the alcohol out of your system.�
Tony lifted his head and took a drink from the bottle. �Now I see why Benji likes you so much. Your nice��
�Benji doesn�t like me. We�re friends.�
�That�s why he talked about you all night.� Tony closed his eyes and smiled.
�Benji also talks a lot about Rancid, but that doesn�t mean he likes Tim Armstrong.�
Tony opened his right eye and raised his eyebrow. �Does it?�
�Does what?� Benji stepped in the room with a blanket and some extra towels. I guess tomorrow morning everyone�s gonna be showering�for once.
�Nothing.� I walked over and grabbed the blanket out of his arms. �Tony�s being delusional from all the alcohol.� I draped the blanket over Tony�s body and moved the coffee table closer so he could reach the bottle of water. �Goodnight Tony.� I reached down and kissed his forehead, something my grandmother would do when I wasn�t feeling well.
Benji put the towels down on a chair and followed me to the door.
�So what did you two talk about while I was gone?�
I let a smile spread across my lips. �Why? Are you paranoid that he ratted you out?�
Benji smiled and blushed a little. �Look all I said was that he was right, you did look good tonight. Anything else he said is complete embellishment on his part.�
My smile widened. �You thought I look good tonight?�
Benji pulled me closer and into a hug. �Goodnight.� Uh huh. Trying to avoid the issue.
�Goodnight.�
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