I love drunk dreams...
...in this one, I was pregnant with Pat's baby (we were not dating in the dream...) and I had kind of decided to have an abortion because:
a) um, Pat's baby...psycho ex-girlfriend much?
b) the few times we talked about something like that happening while we were dating, we agreed that neither of us were ready to take care of a kid at this point in our lives.
So then I remember it being like 2 days after I knew I was pregnant, and I had gone out drinking both days, and I freaked out, because, hey, I'm pregnant! I don't want a kid with FAS, that would be awful...! But just then, I saw Pat, and I totally kept my cool.
I treated it like it was no big deal, and so he was okay with the whole situation, but then he said "Alright, awesome" and walked away.
I called after him, "That's not fair! I want you back!" and he turned around and said,
"Why...?" like he was testing me or something.
So, I said, (and at this point I started to bawl) "Because there's no way I'm making this decision all by myself, I need your help."
He said, "Well, I like the 'I want you back' part, but I'm not so sure I like the reason..." and then CUT TO THE NEXT SCENE, where I'm sitting in a Planned Parenthood-type waiting room with all of Pat's relatives, and I'm feeling really awkward but still, I'm thanking them for coming with me. Pat is MIA, because he's a douchebag, and medical science has evolved to the point where abortions are performed by the afflicted woman taking one pill at one Planned Parenthood center, then driving to another Planned Parenthood center to take another pill, then driving to ANOTHER Planned Parenthood center to take ANOTHER pill.
I woke up with my mother yelling at me, because we had an appointment at the 2nd PPC at 9:00, and it was 9:30 and I wasn't sure which way to turn onto Erie Boulevard in Syracuse to get to 690 West.
...I was driving to get my own abortion pill...weird...
a) um, Pat's baby...psycho ex-girlfriend much?
b) the few times we talked about something like that happening while we were dating, we agreed that neither of us were ready to take care of a kid at this point in our lives.
So then I remember it being like 2 days after I knew I was pregnant, and I had gone out drinking both days, and I freaked out, because, hey, I'm pregnant! I don't want a kid with FAS, that would be awful...! But just then, I saw Pat, and I totally kept my cool.
I treated it like it was no big deal, and so he was okay with the whole situation, but then he said "Alright, awesome" and walked away.
I called after him, "That's not fair! I want you back!" and he turned around and said,
"Why...?" like he was testing me or something.
So, I said, (and at this point I started to bawl) "Because there's no way I'm making this decision all by myself, I need your help."
He said, "Well, I like the 'I want you back' part, but I'm not so sure I like the reason..." and then CUT TO THE NEXT SCENE, where I'm sitting in a Planned Parenthood-type waiting room with all of Pat's relatives, and I'm feeling really awkward but still, I'm thanking them for coming with me. Pat is MIA, because he's a douchebag, and medical science has evolved to the point where abortions are performed by the afflicted woman taking one pill at one Planned Parenthood center, then driving to another Planned Parenthood center to take another pill, then driving to ANOTHER Planned Parenthood center to take ANOTHER pill.
I woke up with my mother yelling at me, because we had an appointment at the 2nd PPC at 9:00, and it was 9:30 and I wasn't sure which way to turn onto Erie Boulevard in Syracuse to get to 690 West.
...I was driving to get my own abortion pill...weird...