There i was, slowly sobering up in some godforsaken airport in Greece because my plane had been grounded for 'safety & maintenance reasons'. This was after a night of serious drinking to celebrate the fact that it was the last day of my vacation. I had hoped to be unconcious or at least completely out of my head by the time i got to the airport - and whilst i mostly succeeded in the latter, the announcement that there was a five hour delay totally woke me up in a bad way.
I thought 'coffee will save my life' but the coffee bar was closed and i almost had an emotional breakdown right there in front of that closed door. Angry Greek custom guards with large automatic weapons eyed me suspiciously as they walked by, like i was some kind of smack dealer intent on poisoning their children. I tried looking away whenever i felt they looked at me, but after a few minutes this caused mad waves of paranoia.
The urge to vomit was becoming overwhelming, but i didn't dare to step into the toilets since someone had defiled all of them with liquid shit... the goddamn savages... But one of the most terrible things by far that morning was the fact that there were so many repulsive fat people with small crying children everywhere i looked, enhancing my nausea and producing the most awful cacaphony of sounds i had ever heard. There were feelings of fierce hatred towards my own species raging inside me that morning, it was odd.
I also remember asking one of the stewardesses for some water at one point, but her eyes went big and she stepped back in horror for some reason. This also struck me as odd, but i told myself she was probably going crazy for the same reasons as me, that she was probably a <i>soulmate</i> - which led to me staring at her for the next hour. She stared back once every so often, but it was the stare of a deer caught in headlights.
My ordeal ended hours later, when i finally landed in Amsterdam. I'm never ever ever going to sober up under those conditions again, it was one of the few times in my life where i would have happily welcomed a neckshot.
) and crashed on the bed. My friend, giving me a sneaky look, went after her. 
I totally forgot about it. I told him to meet me at a diner near my place for it would be faster that way. Inside I inhaled 2 ham&cheese omelettes in 3 minutes and drank half a litre of milk. I told him I was too fucked to do anything so I sent him back on the train.
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