May 06, 2007 21:35
i had the best hangover ever today; i'm going to tell you all about it.
well, let's start with the cause: last night we went to enchilada's for dinner. wait, before that, i had a double jager-redbull at home. sadler picked up me, corey, brooke, and schulie. enchilada's is the bomb. we got a nice table for the five of us almost instantly -- this never happens. as our first round of drinks was arriving, our waitress told us it was five minutes to eight, meaning, happy hour ended in five minutes. so we ordered a second round and she waited to bring them out; there's nothing like a waitress who wants to sell you half-price, half-liter cocktails. i downed my first one before our food came. i need to elaborate on this drink. it's called a "lectric lemonade" and it's, essentially, a clear version of a long island ice tea: gin, vodka, white rum, a shot of white tequila, and a splash or lemonade. it's jesus, mary, and joseph all in one glass. needless to say, i was a little tipsy when food came. still, i pigged out [as is my nature] and i guzzled that beverage like it was gas and i was an escalade [on 22's, mind you]. sadler dropped us off at our apartment -- brooke went home and sadler went on a mission but schulie, boo, and i went upstairs for more drinks and spider-man 3, which we downloaded. there were smirnoff ices left from the barbeque last weekend so schulie and i attacked. well, i sipped on his while i made myself a gin and sprite. not a great choice. sadler came over at some point and i continued to drink my drink and something else -- i think a homemade [aka purely alcoholic] margarita -- but i don't remember. i was exhausted and had the spins; for the first time in, gosh, three or four months, i puked. like my abs were sore this morning. it was horrible but i managed to keep our bathroom totally and perfectly clean. i even had the mind to use the air freshener spray. the last bit i remember before passing out was covering the sleeping sadler with a blanket so she would be warm.
this morning, i swear i'd just gotten off of one of those mechanical bulls or a tilt-o-whirl or something. and it was only six thirty a.m. i tiptoed out to the fridge and chugged water before carefully making my way back to the bedroom. around eight thirty, schulie and steph were up so i went into the living room to see them off. i waited until nine-ish and then walked down to the gas station in my pjs. i was wearing a hoodie -- hood up -- and all i bought was gatorade. obvious, i know. corey slept and i discovered the elxir of life is a gray-purple drink known as "riptide rush". that's what they should change to be the blood of christ. and the body would be harvest cheddar sunchips. oh lord. i ate an entire bag myself. when he finally woke up, i made my honey breakfast [no hangover can stop my mad wifey skills] and watched the greatest film of all-time: jay and silent bob strike back. i'm incredibly obsessed with this movie. we went out around twelve thirty or one and got doners, watched a taped episode of heroes, and then i passed the fuck out. i woke up and actually watched spider-man and repeatedly swore off alcohol. i got a back massage and lots of cuddles and loves. the only bad part was when i let corey "see the new lens" and he snapped about a half-dozen pictures of me, completely grunged out and tore up. but he gave me my massage after that so it's whatever.
basically, best sunday ever. the end.