Mar 04, 2007 11:50
One of the cool things about 2007 so far is that I feel like I have something of a social life now (whereas, up til then, my life was just school, school and more school). My group consists of me, Al (a 31-year-old, Hispanic, shaved-head, pipe-smoking 4th grade teacher), Marek (his cute Polish housemate who is closer to my age and who is about to break my heart by moving back to Europe), the Megans (MeganS is the art teacher at Everest, who is also fresh out of college and is the one other female teacher at the Boys School, and MeganB is Al and Marek's friend who is involved in the Legionaries, and hangs out a lot w/ us....my first impression of her was at Al and Marek's party where she single-handedly consumed almost an entire box of Franzia wine....actually, she's a really cool girl when she's not sloshed. But anyways, Rachel refers to them as "A.M" and "F.M" for "Art Teacher Megan" and "Franzia Wine Megan"), and Anne Marie (the Dean of Students at the Girls' School who is also my age, and while she is like a Nazi at school, is really fun to hang out w/ outside of school). Anyways, the group of us has had our share of fun times recently, between house parties, Al teaching me how to ski, going to a bocce place where we didn't actually play bocce, and lots of random bar hopping.
Last weekend we went to a pool place in downtown Rochester, which was a night that started out fun but turned disastrous. Megan (AM) and I arrived first; she drove me as I was still carless at the time, but I repaid her by being her Sugar Mama cause she didn't have any cash. We waited around for an hour and a half before the rest of the gang deigned to show up (Al is always late :-P), but when they finally came we had gotten a pool game started, and were definitely on the buzzy side as well. I actually found that my pool game gets slightly better when I've been drinking....but then quickly goes downhill when I drink more. :-P And that was basically my problem that evening.....the night overall was fun w/ pool, and laughing, but my alcohol consumption was a lot more than it should have been. By the time we were heading to the dancefloor in the back, I'd had 3 cranberry juice and vodkas and a shot of Captian Morgan (all of which I had drunk very quickly, and on an empty stomach), but I didn't care, cause I was trying to keep up w/ Megan, who, btw, becomes a giant flirt when she's drunk. I swear, I spent most of that evening peeling her off of Marek....and then various other random guys. I think at one point I grabbed her hand and stuck her engagement ring in her face saying "see what this is Megan???" lol. I started to worry about her driving me home, but was drunk enough to just laugh about it and not worry too much.....then I let Marek buy me another cranberry and vodka (he was going to the bar to avoid the dancefloor....and I was pretty much just holding onto him to keep from getting lost in the crowd) and that's what did me in. When the dancefloor started spinning I decided to go lie down.....the next thing I know, Al is pulling me up by the arms saying "come on, Anna, your Mom's here...." I got up, threw up all over the floor, and staggered out, barely conscious, muttering "I'm so sorry" and Mom drove me home. I felt so bad that she had to come all the way out there at 1 in the morning....she was really sweet about it to; not mad, just asking me how much I'd had to drink (to which I replied "too much....I don't want to talk right now" and apparently put the seat back in teh car, which I didn't know how to do when I was sober....or so Mom tells me anyway, as I do not remember this....) I found out later that I had passed out in the booth, adn the bouncers wouldn't let them keep me there while they sobered up, so Al found my cell phone in my purse and called my mom, telling her that I was "asleep" and he wanted directions to my house (I'm so glad that Mom actually came out to get me....Al has no qualms about drinking and driving, which scares the crap out of me).
Anyways, I learned my lesson from that night. I have never been that sick before....I spent the entire next day throwing up and w/ the worst headache in the world.....it took until 7 the next night to be even able to take Tyenol w/o bringing it back up....gross! it was definitely nature's way of telling me I had made a "PLD" ("poor life decision" as Rachel likes to abbreviate it). blech. So that was my most recent adventure.....def not proud of myself. I feel like I was being stupid, cause I was using the alcohol to not feel bad about a couple things, but it totally backfired, and didn't make me any more fun, or attractive or whatever. I've always known better, but it's like I had to actually go and make the mistake to see it completely (why do I always do that??? learning the hard way sucks :-P) Nevertheless, like Anne of Green Gables (anyone read that book? it's a good one), I tend to not make the same mistake twice, and I'm definitely not exceeding two drinks again in a night. Ever! So I guess all's well that ends well.
Alright, enough stories for now. Not much that exciting has happened since. Well, my sisters are home, which is always a kick (Rachel has to go back today though :-( and yesterday I went to the Everest basketball game...our varsity team was in the playoffs, but we lost to Holy Family (my elementary school that I hated), which kinda sucked. It was fun to hang w/ the kids, though. They were standing and cheering the whole time; we definitely had the most spirit, even if we lost. It was much better than sitting w/ the parents cause tehn you just sit there awkwardly and feel like you have to make conversation about teaching or about their kid. heh. Plus, I have a very young inner child, which is not helped by the fact that I am around young children every day. :)
Speaking of young children, though, it's time to get back to lesson planning and grading. I wonder what I'm going to do w/ myself in the summer when there isn't something I *should* be doing every 5 seconds. Guess we shall see. In the meantime, though, peace out y'all~