In which I get absolutely shitty, for no reason whatsoever.
Sunday I was sitting at my computer loading crap onto my newly resurrected Pocket PC when I heard Bread yell, “Mush!” Since it’s so like him to sit on his ass on the couch and yell for me to come to him when he wants to say something, I ignored him for awhile. Then curiosity got the better of me and I walked downstairs.
“Lunch. La Hacienda,” he said.
“When?” I asked.
“Now.”
“Who?” I countered.
“KR, BoSe, Truck, Amazon Blonde. Hot Lips and his girlfriend. Maybe some other people.”
“The whole fam damily, then?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, gimmie one sec.” And I ran upstairs to get my stuff from my desk and find my Birks.
We drove to the restaurant and drank margaritas and laughed and ate and had a grand old time, then we adjourned to the new bar. (When a new bar opens, it’s a red letter event in this town. There are so few places to go, that the news of the addition of a new one causes months of anticipatory gossip.)
At the new bar, I started drinking lemonade & vodka. I have no idea how many drinks I had.
I had a great time, old friends were there, I made a new friend in Hot Lips’ woman, and my glass was always full. I’m pretty sure Big Daddy (the bartender) bought me a round. I know my new best GF bought me a shot of jager, and I was drunk enough that I actually did the shot. I would never do that sober, believe you me.
Then Bread made me leave. THANK GOD. We got drive-thru from Taco Hell and I considered puking out the window of his truck at least twice on the drive home.
When we got home, I’m pretty sure I threw up twice before passing out by 6:30. I woke up at midnight and ate some of my drive-thru food. (Note: if you leave Nachos Bell Grande in the fridge for five hours? it basically turns into a big soft taco with plasti-chee.) I drank several glasses of water and went back to bed.
At five this morning I had two glasses of water and went back to bed.
At nine this morning I had a glass of water, IMed work to tell them I’d be late, ate most of a soggy Seven Layer burrito, and went back to bed.
At one thirty this afternoon, I IMed work to tell them I was a stupid piece of shit who wouldn’t be making it in after all, had two glasses of water and two glasses of Tang, updated my blog, and went back to bed.
Bread thinks this whole thing is extremely funny. Probably because he’s not still drunk and his head’s not fucking pounding!
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Nachos Bell Grande and a Seven Layer?
I would’ve gone for a Grilled Stuft. Or two.
I think that’s what Bread got. -m
Nacho’s Bell Grande? is that Taco Bell?
I miss the midwest sometimes.
They have ’em in Oregon… I thought it was a national chain. They don’t have them out east? -m
Oh man….I am so sorry for you today! I have so been there. At this point it is only a matter of time and you will start to feel better. Time and Advil.
I’m a fucking corndog. NO ONE should drink that much, ever. -m
where’s this new bar?
It’s called the Hideaway, I think, and it’s in an alley somewhere. I barely remember. I think if you park in that lot next to where Devi’s parents used to live, it’s right there. -m
At least you called work to tell them you wouldn’t be in. GAH!
Hope you are feeling peachykeen and full of sunshine by now!!!
*smooches*
As of 7:30 Monday night, I am again the embodiment of peachiness, and keenness. -m
yeah, where’s the new bar???
In an alley! -m
i slept most of the day, but don’t have the good reason of trying to get rid of a hangover for it. drink more water, love.
I’m all about the agua. -m
*very quiet sympathies* đŸ™‚
Thank you for not yelling! -m
I had a little too much Sunday, myself. I’d had three bloody mary’s by noon, and the festivities were just beginning. Got to bed about midnight or so.
Still dragged my sorry, wretched ass into work, though.
(Luckily I wasn’t working at my principal office, I was at another location.)
You made it to work?! You’re a better man than I! -m
Wow, does not sound like a great time. I do not dig the Taco Hell!
Scott
I secretly love Taco Hell. Don’t tell. -m
Dumb shit. Eat something before you drink. Protein slows the assimulation of achohol. I got no sympathy for ya.
I did! I ate Mexican food! Furthermore, I did not request your sympathy, you grumpy bastard. đŸ˜‰ -m
I did a double take at lunch today… I walked by a store called ‘goblinbox’.
you aren’t into drapes, are you?
Are you kidding me?!?! -m
Yer not sposta get drunk on a school night!
You are SO RIGHT. *sigh* -m