Why do I even get out of bed?
Wednesday, I got up late for work...on the way in my left contact felt like it had folded over in my eye, so I drove in half blind. Luckily between 0330 and 0400 there is little traffic. I got to work on time--barely--and looked in the mirror to see if I can right my contact. I found half of it in the bottom portion of my eye, and the other half in the top portion of my eye. So, I took an hour's sick leave and went home to get my glasses. Work was uneventful and some of my 2nd shift friends invited me to a girl's night out.
So I go out to the club with them, it being lady's night, they have some poor excuses for male strippers on the stage for about the first half hour I was there. I begin drinking the house shots called rattlesnakes, after three of those I decide to have a screwdriver, then three or so more shots, then a white russian, then another couple of shots -- I took a designated driver, so I wasn't worried -- but this whole time I'm drinking, I don't feel any effect. So I order a screaming nazi, which I think is jagermeister, rumplemintz, and goldschlager. This hit my stomach like a ton of bricks and I had to go to the restroom to throw-up, but nothing came out. After that I felt better until the alcohol hit me. All of a sudden, I was schnookered. Done for. I watched the dancers for a bit, as I am a drinker, not a dancer, then my DD indicated that it was time to go.
I got home, fell gracelessly into bed, (hubby's description, not mine, I thought it was a perfect pirouette), only to be told that our washing machine had burned up sometime earlier in the evening.
But, on the bright side, I found a nice washing machine today for $100, and now I'm waiting for DH to get home to hook it up. YAY!
Tschau for now,
Anna
So I go out to the club with them, it being lady's night, they have some poor excuses for male strippers on the stage for about the first half hour I was there. I begin drinking the house shots called rattlesnakes, after three of those I decide to have a screwdriver, then three or so more shots, then a white russian, then another couple of shots -- I took a designated driver, so I wasn't worried -- but this whole time I'm drinking, I don't feel any effect. So I order a screaming nazi, which I think is jagermeister, rumplemintz, and goldschlager. This hit my stomach like a ton of bricks and I had to go to the restroom to throw-up, but nothing came out. After that I felt better until the alcohol hit me. All of a sudden, I was schnookered. Done for. I watched the dancers for a bit, as I am a drinker, not a dancer, then my DD indicated that it was time to go.
I got home, fell gracelessly into bed, (hubby's description, not mine, I thought it was a perfect pirouette), only to be told that our washing machine had burned up sometime earlier in the evening.
But, on the bright side, I found a nice washing machine today for $100, and now I'm waiting for DH to get home to hook it up. YAY!
Tschau for now,
Anna