11/10/96
Sonya really thinks it's her fault. I can tell that much, and it's crazy. It sounded like nobody at the bar knew the guy was drunk. Designated driver my ass.
She didn't "leave her" anywhere, I talked with one of their friends and everyone says that Sonya tried to get Carina to take a taxi. Not that I'm blaming Carina for anything. Or the other woman that was in the car. How the hell could any of them know what the dude was or wasn't feeling? And by that I mean, his feet, apparently. He was rambling about not being able to find the brakes, apologizing up and down about landing Carina in the hospital when I finally found his room. Before the nurses came.
Maybe I shouldn't have done that... Sonya's going to kill me if she finds out I went looking for him. He wasn't exactly in the best shape, either.
But you know what? I don't care. Let her be angry. Guess we can be mad at each other, since she called Nate.
11/15/96
What the hell is LefNate's problem? How many voice messages does he have to leave on my answering machine before he takes the hint? I know what she would say - hell, what both of them would say - if they could hear or read what goes on in my head. Sonya and Carina probably think it's some dumb "guy" thing, but that just shrinks everything I feel down into this little marble. It erases all of what's happened.
It's not just because of "the whole Sonya thing". Sonya would probably flip a table if she knew Carina's been calling "it" that.
But LeftyNate? How does your best friend just walk away from you when your career is taking off? He was supposed to be at the show, THE show, and he wasn't, so no, I'm not talking to that prick.