georgetown, dc

I was completely hammered, so I'm not even sure of the basic facts of the situation, or even where exactly I was, but it was somewhere in Georgetown because this girl I had been making out with all night (Kersten) insisted on showing me the stairs that were in the Exorcist before we could go back to her place. I had just met her through friends that night at the Black Cat, and to be honest, I don't think I'd have been messing around with her if I weren't just in town for the weekend and feeling a little free and reckless.

We never made it to the stairs (she was pretty drunk herself), and we were all over each other in this sort of little alley when it happened. The sky just became very bright all over all of a sudden, accompanied by this strange ultra-low sound that wasn't even really a sound, more like a pressure in the air. It was brighter than day for a moment, and then the light flashed so bright it blinded me, and the sound/pressure thing became so intense that it felt like I had awful stomach cramps (I get them from time to time), or like some, I don't know, python or something was wrapped around my torso.

I staggered against the wall and promptly lost everything I had consumed in the past day into one of these little bushes, and by the time I regained control of myself and opened my eyes, it was all over. There was just Kersten standing there with her phone in her hand and her hand over her mouth, and as I got closer I could see that she was crying.

I tried to comfort her (not in a creepy way, I hope) but she shrugged me off, walked quickly to the end of the alley and quickly snagged a cab. She sort of choked out what sounded like "sorry" and took off. She never called me, and didn't respond to the email that I sent her, except to send me the attached picture that I assume she snapped with her phone.

Because nobody seemed to see what I saw that night, the explanation I had been telling myself was that I had been so drunk that I blacked-out (whited-out?) and puked my guts out, and that such a disgusting turn of events made Kersten have some serious doubts about drinking till all hours and hooking up with some strange guy, and that she just fled from my pukey embrace. But then I got that picture and I'm not sure what to think. I wish we could sit down and just talk about what happened, but I don't want to just seem like I'm trying to come onto her. It's all just so strange.