Since she didn’t know her address and she was in no shape to be out by herself anymore, we went to my place. Upon arriving, she saw my cat, decided it was the dog from some movie, and started yelling, ’Binky!’ while chasing her around the house.
“I told her she could sleep on the couch, and she said no. So I said she could have the bed and I’d take the couch, and she said no to that, too. I told her that we definitely weren’t going to be sleeping in the same bed and suggested that she call her sister to get her address, and she finally agreed. However, she couldn’t work my old dial up land line, so I asked her sister’s name and flipped through the directory to find it, and then called the sister to get her address.
“We got a cab and started heading over to her sister’s place. At a random red light in the wrong neighborhood, she just opened the door and jumped out. No coat, and wearing high heels. I jumped out and yelled, “We’re 20 minutes from your place, get back in!” and ended up having to chase her down. I finally caught up to her and threw my jacket around her while we hailed another cab because the first driver just took off. We got another cab and I finally (finally!) got her to her sister’s house.