Saturday night
Let me just say, it has been a DAMN long time since we went out drinking. I don't mean just going out. I mean, George is not driving going out (even though i did drive, oops!). It was my sister-in-law's surprise 30th birthday party and i got FUCKED up. holy shit..i got-where did this huge scrape on the side of my face come from and how did my knee get hurt-fucked up. i can't even remember how we got home. oh yea, that's right, i drove! oops! seriously, i'm pretty sure i was good by the time we left. had i been pulled over though, it would have been a different story. i think i would have shorted out the breathalizer. Note to self: you're not 20 anymore, and you no longer drive a cavalier...it would be a shame to get your Trailblazer taken away. :) Anyway, point being, I used to go out with my cousin, stay at after hours and roll into his parents' house at 7am, shower and both go to work at the pharmacy at 8am on zero sleep. On this past Sunday morning...i had to call the store to tell my cousin that i wouldn't be able to make till about 10:30 because of the violent vomitting. A quarter of a century and i'm still puking up my formula.