Debauchery, Interrupted
Posted on | June 12, 2009 | 10 Comments
Sweet Jesus, Fan Club.
I had a hangover yesterday that lasted the entire day. Through an eggy sandwich, several cups of tea, water, a two hour nap, a hamburger and beer and good times with 4/5 of the Brain Trust, plus an appearance by our new friend Plumpy. By the end, they sent me home because I looked like such shit. And I couldn’t make the words come out of my mouth. I could just stare at the table and beg the waiter for mercy.
Here’s my point, about a year ago I decided that I needed to just say no to the booze. Mainly because I was getting wicked hangovers from just a single drink. And after drinking, I get depressed. AND TODAY IS NO EXCEPTION. Yes, the physical effects of the hangover are gone, but the emotional effects are just starting!
Blerg.
Plus, I need to choose between booze and hamburgers if I’m going to not have an ass the size of a dumptruck, so I’ll choose a hamburger, once a week. I’m also going to eat out less and force the new boy to go grocery shopping so that meals will come from the fridge instead of whatever restaurant is open and we’ve not eaten there before.
The new boy loves the posh restaurants. And much to my pleasure, we’ve had some delicious meals. OMG BIWA! BIWA! But I leave full. FULL. Full of yummy food and wine and dessert and cocktails.
Fan Club, we need to ask the new boy how he’d like to be named on the blog. We could just go with his real name, but some people have things about privacy and whatever. I hope he doesn’t have that because…good luck on the privacy thing when going out with a blogger.
So I’m going to take a little break from all of the excess and ride my bike more, eat more greens and food I’ve made. Drink more water, less whiskey and see how that treats me.
Because this hangover-depression business sucks donkey balls, believe me.
And my birthday was awesome. So fun. Except when we went to the stripclub and some evil person stole Kiala’s wallet. I hate that person. But I am proud to say that a hook up happened at my birthday too, and all my friends were extremely hung over the next day. In other words…success!
Okay, so go get some Back Fence tickets and some other stuff. Or whatever. (Hangovers make me eloquent.)
Comments
10 Responses to “Debauchery, Interrupted”
Leave a Reply
June 12th, 2009 @ 1:52 pm
I always said I might as well drink in the parking lot of the psychotel, because that’s where I always ended up when I got drunk. Raving mad, threatening to kill myself with a knife. It was not attractive in the least.
I’m glad your birthday was a success. All days should be so successful!
June 12th, 2009 @ 7:14 pm
i lurve you.
<3
June 12th, 2009 @ 8:51 pm
I was also very hungover yesterday. Good party.
June 12th, 2009 @ 9:31 pm
I somehow gave myself AIDS of the vocal chords by overstrenuous birthday/karaoke/trivia/stolenwallet weeping.
Your birthday was SO GOOD. Just so much fun and even though I missed you last night, I’m glad you went home to recover.
In other news I almost puked on the airplane. Because I’m classy like that.
June 12th, 2009 @ 9:32 pm
Maybe we should call the boy THE BEDMASTER.
Or something like that.
June 13th, 2009 @ 3:26 pm
Re: New Boy — The Parademaster.
And I, for one, did not get enough sleep to get a hangover. On this side of town, we just got up and went to work still drunk and sore and giddy and smelling like strip clubs and well vodka. It was magnificent and I only walked around with a girly crown on my head for like 2 hours, so it was a success all around.
June 14th, 2009 @ 11:03 am
You did it.
You partied.
June 15th, 2009 @ 8:23 am
man, parties are hard to come by around these parts. i’m jealous and happy for you!
June 15th, 2009 @ 11:56 am
Had two margaritas out at dinner on Thursday. Was sick as a dog all day Friday. Have come to the realization that I have a one drink limit. This from a girl who could go out all night, then an after hours club then work.
June 15th, 2009 @ 7:58 pm
RAWK.