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Last night, I passed out at midnight. I woke up at 6:07am with that "I'm still sleepy, but feel rested enough to get the day started anyway"..........................But I fell asleep again only to wake up to Baggins puffing at the side of my bed at 9:10am. I let him outside, left the door open, then fell asleep again and woke up at 12:30pm. I'm wore-out.
My whole body aches....like I spent 8 hours at the gym. Shoulders, back, calves, quads....all of them tense. All I did was drink around the world (at Epcot). I spent 7 hours in a constant state of what Erica calls "pleasant tipsiness". But, fuck that. I was DRUNK. It doesn't take me long to get drunk, either. One strong drink, or two drinks within an hour will make me goofy and clumsy. First stop was Mexico where we sat down in a neat little hole-in the wall bar and got margaritas. I drank mine super fast on an empty stomach and immediately began to stammer and giggle.
Erica and I (only?) spent $120 between the two of us on booze, a sushi snack in Japan, and dinner in Morocco. I didn't dress well for when the sun went down. It dropped into the forties with a slight breeze....and I was wearing a draped cotton shirt and leggings. But, it was all worth it to be in another 'world' with no external thoughts other than whether or not we would take the tram to the car or just walk. ...........We walked.
We walked a lot. I think that's why I'm so sore. So, I guess I did work out yesterday (?). Work-out option #4, speed-walk around Epcot Center for hours, drink around the world while dodging small children and aimless Brazilians.
When we went to Italy, we got a couple glasses of table wine and a couple ounces of lemon cielo (where I had to school another guest on what that drink actually was). When I ordered our second round, I went in alone. I spoke in Italian and made the (authentic) Italians, Marco and Milaco, behind the bar smile. They asked if I was from Milan (since I was fair and blue-eyed). In English, I told them I was from Florida and they jokingly frowned. But they were very nice. I had to think extra long when counting my money, though because for a minute there, I forgot what "Venti Un" meant, since I was already drunk from Mexico.
I'm too sore....or hung over....or whatever, to work out before work. Plus, and this sounds HORRIBLE, my hair from yesterday has held up so well that I don't think I'm going to shower before work either. I say this because I know how good it's going to feel to slip into bed after a hot shower and a warm blow-dry after a long shift of hosting until close.
I want to go back again. Maybe Erica, Jodi and I can go for my birthday and we can have a girls' day.
My whole body aches....like I spent 8 hours at the gym. Shoulders, back, calves, quads....all of them tense. All I did was drink around the world (at Epcot). I spent 7 hours in a constant state of what Erica calls "pleasant tipsiness". But, fuck that. I was DRUNK. It doesn't take me long to get drunk, either. One strong drink, or two drinks within an hour will make me goofy and clumsy. First stop was Mexico where we sat down in a neat little hole-in the wall bar and got margaritas. I drank mine super fast on an empty stomach and immediately began to stammer and giggle.
Erica and I (only?) spent $120 between the two of us on booze, a sushi snack in Japan, and dinner in Morocco. I didn't dress well for when the sun went down. It dropped into the forties with a slight breeze....and I was wearing a draped cotton shirt and leggings. But, it was all worth it to be in another 'world' with no external thoughts other than whether or not we would take the tram to the car or just walk. ...........We walked.
We walked a lot. I think that's why I'm so sore. So, I guess I did work out yesterday (?). Work-out option #4, speed-walk around Epcot Center for hours, drink around the world while dodging small children and aimless Brazilians.
When we went to Italy, we got a couple glasses of table wine and a couple ounces of lemon cielo (where I had to school another guest on what that drink actually was). When I ordered our second round, I went in alone. I spoke in Italian and made the (authentic) Italians, Marco and Milaco, behind the bar smile. They asked if I was from Milan (since I was fair and blue-eyed). In English, I told them I was from Florida and they jokingly frowned. But they were very nice. I had to think extra long when counting my money, though because for a minute there, I forgot what "Venti Un" meant, since I was already drunk from Mexico.
I'm too sore....or hung over....or whatever, to work out before work. Plus, and this sounds HORRIBLE, my hair from yesterday has held up so well that I don't think I'm going to shower before work either. I say this because I know how good it's going to feel to slip into bed after a hot shower and a warm blow-dry after a long shift of hosting until close.
I want to go back again. Maybe Erica, Jodi and I can go for my birthday and we can have a girls' day.