Too Old for Hangovers
Well, saturday night was one big anti-climax. Jay never showed. I don't know if it was because he found out I would be there from Erin and he's chicken shit or if he never planned on going in the first place but wanted everyone to know he was invited because he's a big shot. Well, I know he's both of those things but I don't know which one was the motivator for this particular inaction. Frankly I was very disappointed that he did not show. I had gotten myself all revved up to create this whole scene that maybe would end with me pouring alcoholic beverages all over his head but I was denied!
So what does a sour "hotchiquita" do when she's bored and frustrated? That's right, I drank my little heart out. Now usually I am smart enough to cut it out before I'm f**^ed but on saturday night I just wanted to be numb. So I let Erin make me my drinks. Let's see a big mistake because she has the tolerance of a bull. So she made what she called a chocolate martini that consisted of 2 shots creme de coco and 5 shots vodka. And I drank 2 of those plus a rum and coke later. Needless to say I was totally gone but really friendly. And my x-boyfriend Jon was there and I was flirting with him like crazy. At one point he asked me if he could touch my boob. I thought that was very funny and interesting because after I gave him permission he didn't do it! Maybe it's because I'm supposed to be dating someone! So then someone puts on History the Michael Jackson collection and I'm singing and dancing like crazy. People were impressed that I knew every word but it's 80's music and I told them what a big 80's freak I am!
So sunday I wake up with this wicked hangover. (Surprise, Surprise!) I mean barfing, dizziness, the whole deal. And it's been about 3 years since I drank past my tolerance level (actually quite high) and I had forgotten how terrible they are. I seriously was going to make my roomate take me to the ER!
Ok, the worst part...Jay still hasn't called. That's 4 days. The strange thing is that having my heart broken doesn't feel have as bad as it used to. But is that a good thing?!!!
So what does a sour "hotchiquita" do when she's bored and frustrated? That's right, I drank my little heart out. Now usually I am smart enough to cut it out before I'm f**^ed but on saturday night I just wanted to be numb. So I let Erin make me my drinks. Let's see a big mistake because she has the tolerance of a bull. So she made what she called a chocolate martini that consisted of 2 shots creme de coco and 5 shots vodka. And I drank 2 of those plus a rum and coke later. Needless to say I was totally gone but really friendly. And my x-boyfriend Jon was there and I was flirting with him like crazy. At one point he asked me if he could touch my boob. I thought that was very funny and interesting because after I gave him permission he didn't do it! Maybe it's because I'm supposed to be dating someone! So then someone puts on History the Michael Jackson collection and I'm singing and dancing like crazy. People were impressed that I knew every word but it's 80's music and I told them what a big 80's freak I am!
So sunday I wake up with this wicked hangover. (Surprise, Surprise!) I mean barfing, dizziness, the whole deal. And it's been about 3 years since I drank past my tolerance level (actually quite high) and I had forgotten how terrible they are. I seriously was going to make my roomate take me to the ER!
Ok, the worst part...Jay still hasn't called. That's 4 days. The strange thing is that having my heart broken doesn't feel have as bad as it used to. But is that a good thing?!!!