Booze, Pills, Tiny & Tacos
Things that should not all happen in 1 night.
Friday night was tame (Hi Fredbeck!) and so was the first half of Saturday night but after that its all a haze. Sat started out innocently enough, met some friends at a crappy local Irish Bar, eat some grub have a few drinks and was supposed to go home. Well those plans severely changed, when a friend gave me a pill that was supposed to help me NOT get a hangover. Which would have been fine except it was a double dose and we didn't go right home. So to the Tiny we all went.
Sad to say, really, I can't even tell you what happened here. I can tell you that the next morning I found in my coat a crumpled napkin with a note on it to tell a certain bartender to ask a certain redhead out. I was informed that I intercepted that note like it was the code to launch a nuclear war on Russia (you owe me). Scary. I had some embarressing brown dribble marks down the front of my white tank (can only assume that its from 1 of the 3 chocolate martini's I demanded I must have b/c I was just sooo thirsty) and AND I broke my BITCH ring that I made at the Martha Stewart party, don't know how but its gone forever.
Next, apparently I wouldn't shut up about how hungry I was and insisted we make our way to the Burrito House. I don't even remember going but I'm sure there are people there that remember me! And to top the night off, fiance tells me I fell going up our stairs at home. That would explain the 3 new bruises I have and sore neck. I didn't touch the tacos, instead I slipped into a coma.
Sunday I spent morphing into my couch while my body screamed WTF did you do to me last night. Mind you, I was not hung over just sore. End of weekend. Thank Gawd.
Friday night was tame (Hi Fredbeck!) and so was the first half of Saturday night but after that its all a haze. Sat started out innocently enough, met some friends at a crappy local Irish Bar, eat some grub have a few drinks and was supposed to go home. Well those plans severely changed, when a friend gave me a pill that was supposed to help me NOT get a hangover. Which would have been fine except it was a double dose and we didn't go right home. So to the Tiny we all went.
Sad to say, really, I can't even tell you what happened here. I can tell you that the next morning I found in my coat a crumpled napkin with a note on it to tell a certain bartender to ask a certain redhead out. I was informed that I intercepted that note like it was the code to launch a nuclear war on Russia (you owe me). Scary. I had some embarressing brown dribble marks down the front of my white tank (can only assume that its from 1 of the 3 chocolate martini's I demanded I must have b/c I was just sooo thirsty) and AND I broke my BITCH ring that I made at the Martha Stewart party, don't know how but its gone forever.
Next, apparently I wouldn't shut up about how hungry I was and insisted we make our way to the Burrito House. I don't even remember going but I'm sure there are people there that remember me! And to top the night off, fiance tells me I fell going up our stairs at home. That would explain the 3 new bruises I have and sore neck. I didn't touch the tacos, instead I slipped into a coma.
Sunday I spent morphing into my couch while my body screamed WTF did you do to me last night. Mind you, I was not hung over just sore. End of weekend. Thank Gawd.
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1 Comments:
Ohmygod, I OWE YOU MORE THAN ONE. Mel, I love you. No really, I do. I'm very sad about your Bitch ring, too; we'll have to make a new one. Thank you thank you THANK YOU for the pride-saving interception. Although ... who gets the smack? Who was the pushy party? Hmm?
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