Day 37
After I wrote last night's post I realized that i don't like alcohol at all; not even a little bit. I was sick to my stomach and then puked all over myself and my bed and Annie found me looking a complete mess and had to run and get Mags. I am never drinking again (for fun at least. I never really have a choice when it comes to clients).
After I cleaned myself up in the shower and Mags gave me something for my stomach, Annie climbed into bed with me and we watched movies. It was nice because recently with the Victory Tour and other things, I feel like we haven't really had the time to just be friends. She snuggled into me and played with my hair which I know was soothing for the both of us because she loves playing with people's hair and I love when people play with my hair. After a few movies she fell asleep and I was growing more and more tired so I fell asleep as well. Mags gave us a huge smile and she had that little twinkle in her eye when she found us this morning but as soon as Annie left the room I assured her that nothing happened.
My ankle has been better but I've still been using crutches and I've been getting quite a lot of comments from people in the districts. The media has also been generating some buzz about it but I honestly think Finnick Odair's broken ankle is a shitty story to follow. Maybe this country will get better journalists one day.
District One was a relief because it was the last time I have to read one of those stupid speeches and see the faces of the poor families who lost their kids. It kills me to read those Capitol speeches because I know the audience knows that the Capitol wrote them and I wish there was a way I could better comfort those poor families. I know what it's like to lose a family member, and I'm sure it's no treat to have to pretend to idolize the girl who beat out their kids. I think Annie deserved to win, but most people didn't, and I know One and Two are especially bitter about it because their tributes made it all the way to the end and one of them probably would have beaten out Annie had Annie not been the strongest swimmer left when the arena flooded.
Tomorrow is the Capitol party. We travel into the Capitol tonight and get there early tomorrow morning. Then Annie undergoes preparations all day tomorrow to get ready for the party that starts at 10 tomorrow night and usually stretches into the wee hours of the morning. I'm not looking forward to it to say the least. I hate Capitol parties. People stuff themselves with expensive food until they can't eat another bite and then they puke it all up and start all over. There are districts that barely have enough food to feed their people and these Capitol clowns are eating six meals a night. They space it all out with tons of alcoholic beverages: shots, vodka, rum, fruity rainbow frozen things; anything you can think of. These people get so drunk that they throw up without aid of the clear liquid. They forget who they are and where they're from. They black out and pass out in corners and under tables. They dance and clothing is shed and people go back to rooms and sleep with each other and the people they sleep with usually aren't their significant others. The old men grab vulnerable young ladies and grind on them and grab at them and I'm terrified that's going to happen to Annie and she won't be able to speak to defend herself. It's awful.
I think I'm going to check on Annie. She was quiet today so she's probably upset about something. I'll stop here.
Finnick