"Agh!" My head was pounding as I awoke in a hotel room. I shot straight up in bed. "Where am I? Wait…I'm wearing a coconut bra?"
Covering my glistening sun burnt skin, I groaned from the pain, and heard a cellphone chime ‘Lovely Bunch of Coconut’. I pressed play, eyeballing the ostrich stretching its neck out from the bathroom.
"Oh my gosh! What happened last night?"
Then I heard Mark's voice mail message:
"Hey Tammy, pick up. It’s Mark and Liz; we’re at Michelle’s concert waiting for you. Listen, something weird is going on. Liz picked me up in a cab from a place called Bates Motel; I have a new tattoo of an elephant on my right shoulder and a pounding headache that reminds me of Ireland. You need to hurry and get up here mas rapido. After the next number, Michelle will announce her blogfest winner."
Wait…Michelle lives in South Africa. I rushed to the window, and pulled back the curtains.
"It's Liz. WHERE ARE YOU!! I want you to know I came on this little adventure because you made me. I wore the hooker shoes because you said the lions wouldn't eat me for fear of choking on the heels. Well, guess what? Maneuvering through elephant crap in stilettos just plain stinks! I have enough dung stuck in my toes to plant potatoes. Anyway, follow the elephants, they will take you to the concert!"
I grabbed a pair of pink Hawaiian flip-flops with the initials “MK” and ran out the door, nearly ice skating in vomit.
"Agh, gross! Who ate rice?"
After two miles of dung dodging, and not being able to “move this traffic along” any faster, I finally heard crowds cheering, and one high pitched girlie squeal, scaring off the elephants that lead me there.
"Tammy! You made it!" Mark said jumping as the concert's disco beams bounced off his bald head.
"Mark, put a hat on! I'm blinded!" Liz yelled in her hooker heels.
"Quiet Cybertwins, I have a headache! Oh wait. Michelle's gonna announce the winner! Listen!"
…all entries were amazing……… and I'm sending out a second round of cyber hugs to the 20 participants… but the entry that resonated with me the most belongs to………
** the Scribe's wondered what happened that night, until THIS photo leaked…