My life is too cyclical for my taste... (READ: A DRUNKARD REPENTS POST)
So for the second time in almost twenty one years, I woke up with my pants undone, boots gone, and a very, very bad hangover. I also spent half the day huddled around a heater and praying for my head to stop aching.
I'm still good, though. I had way, way, way too much to drink and not nearly enough to eat. This resulted in four hours of dry heaving and throwing up bile, stomach lining, whatever. Earlier today I couldn't keep any water down, and when I went out on a limb and ate about ten grapes, I learned that they're still not digested after two hours.
Now I'm better. I'm still a little shaky and my stomach still threatens revolt, but my head no longer feels like a throbbing weight.
Oh, and as a bonus the pants I woke up in weren't mine... they were Smosh's. I also bit April's ear last night when she was trying to help get me out of my pants.
This whole thing is just funny to me because I had lots of lovely lesbians helping me get out of my clothes and carrying me around and whatnot. I would have felt like a queen if I hadn't been horking my guts up, or lack thereof.
So many thank-you's are in order. Here they are:
1) Cat for doing that "neat trick" of making me float around and into the house when my legs were literally curled under me.
2) Sarah Daisy for making me drink water.
3) Anyone who helped me get out of my jeans.
4) April for not smacking the crap out of me for biting you. It was only a little loving nibble, I promise.
5) Chaz for letting me sleep in his lovely, lovely bed. I'm only sorry I didn't stay there. Rolling out of bed and onto the floor to crawl to the bathroom happened one too many times for me to try to hop back up that mountain. (At least that's what Rachel has told me. I don't remember crap.)
6) Smosh for letting me borrow a pair of his pants. They actually fit, by the way.
And last but certainly not least is Rachel. Darling, I owe you dinner and a movie at the very least. Not only did you nurse me until I had fully passed out, but you went down to Publix and got my ginger ale and tomato juice, let me sleep in your bed because I had the misfortune of washing my sheets yesterday and not making my bed back before I left, putting on CSI for me, and everything else. I don't think I would be as okay as I am now without your help.
All of that aside, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CHAZ! Despite the hangover, I still had lots and lots of fun. I'm only sorry I didn't stop with all the shots so I could be awake for the rest.
From what I can remember, I had some shots of sambuca, a couple of B-51's, lots of jello shots, god only knows what I drank when April handed me about four little glasses, and that's all I know. Well, that and I am now over my fear of vomiting.
I'm still good, though. I had way, way, way too much to drink and not nearly enough to eat. This resulted in four hours of dry heaving and throwing up bile, stomach lining, whatever. Earlier today I couldn't keep any water down, and when I went out on a limb and ate about ten grapes, I learned that they're still not digested after two hours.
Now I'm better. I'm still a little shaky and my stomach still threatens revolt, but my head no longer feels like a throbbing weight.
Oh, and as a bonus the pants I woke up in weren't mine... they were Smosh's. I also bit April's ear last night when she was trying to help get me out of my pants.
This whole thing is just funny to me because I had lots of lovely lesbians helping me get out of my clothes and carrying me around and whatnot. I would have felt like a queen if I hadn't been horking my guts up, or lack thereof.
So many thank-you's are in order. Here they are:
1) Cat for doing that "neat trick" of making me float around and into the house when my legs were literally curled under me.
2) Sarah Daisy for making me drink water.
3) Anyone who helped me get out of my jeans.
4) April for not smacking the crap out of me for biting you. It was only a little loving nibble, I promise.
5) Chaz for letting me sleep in his lovely, lovely bed. I'm only sorry I didn't stay there. Rolling out of bed and onto the floor to crawl to the bathroom happened one too many times for me to try to hop back up that mountain. (At least that's what Rachel has told me. I don't remember crap.)
6) Smosh for letting me borrow a pair of his pants. They actually fit, by the way.
And last but certainly not least is Rachel. Darling, I owe you dinner and a movie at the very least. Not only did you nurse me until I had fully passed out, but you went down to Publix and got my ginger ale and tomato juice, let me sleep in your bed because I had the misfortune of washing my sheets yesterday and not making my bed back before I left, putting on CSI for me, and everything else. I don't think I would be as okay as I am now without your help.
All of that aside, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CHAZ! Despite the hangover, I still had lots and lots of fun. I'm only sorry I didn't stop with all the shots so I could be awake for the rest.
From what I can remember, I had some shots of sambuca, a couple of B-51's, lots of jello shots, god only knows what I drank when April handed me about four little glasses, and that's all I know. Well, that and I am now over my fear of vomiting.