The Cost
Why do I do this to myself? That is always the question on the day after.
Lunch at Texas Roadhouse involved 3 hurricane margaritas, which was the biggest mistake. With the extra shots the waitress sold us on. They were quite disgusting, fake-tasting and boozy. By the time we got to the bar, hell by the time I finished the first margarita, I was already buzzed. We drank there for a while then made the mistake of going to this other bar slightly farther down the road. That place is disgusting, it's carpeted and the TouchTunes would not let me play anything. I was completely unable to maintain a connection to the thing.
By the time we got home, I felt disgusting. It was still light out too, so not like it was a late night. Then the room spinning started. The vomiting. The constant watering of my mouth. I ended up sleeping on the couch most of the night and got no quality rest. I was still drunk when I woke up this morning and was seeing spots, which always happens when I've had too much to drink and wake up still intoxicated the next day.
So today was an utter waste. We did nothing but lay around. It was cool out, but sunny and not intolerable. It would have been a great day to work on the yard. But, we didn't. We only motivated ourselves to the grocery store just now because we didn't want to start the week off without anything for lunches, dinners or juicing.
The last couple times we'd gone out, we didn't get this bad. It had to have been those margaritas. But, it's hard to tell because everywhere you go seems to over-serve. I'd really wanted to have a few drinks, but days like yesterday make me see just what a complete waste of time it is. The whole weekend wasted and nothing accomplished. Why do I do it? I'm too old to have not learned this lesson.
Lunch at Texas Roadhouse involved 3 hurricane margaritas, which was the biggest mistake. With the extra shots the waitress sold us on. They were quite disgusting, fake-tasting and boozy. By the time we got to the bar, hell by the time I finished the first margarita, I was already buzzed. We drank there for a while then made the mistake of going to this other bar slightly farther down the road. That place is disgusting, it's carpeted and the TouchTunes would not let me play anything. I was completely unable to maintain a connection to the thing.
By the time we got home, I felt disgusting. It was still light out too, so not like it was a late night. Then the room spinning started. The vomiting. The constant watering of my mouth. I ended up sleeping on the couch most of the night and got no quality rest. I was still drunk when I woke up this morning and was seeing spots, which always happens when I've had too much to drink and wake up still intoxicated the next day.
So today was an utter waste. We did nothing but lay around. It was cool out, but sunny and not intolerable. It would have been a great day to work on the yard. But, we didn't. We only motivated ourselves to the grocery store just now because we didn't want to start the week off without anything for lunches, dinners or juicing.
The last couple times we'd gone out, we didn't get this bad. It had to have been those margaritas. But, it's hard to tell because everywhere you go seems to over-serve. I'd really wanted to have a few drinks, but days like yesterday make me see just what a complete waste of time it is. The whole weekend wasted and nothing accomplished. Why do I do it? I'm too old to have not learned this lesson.