If I have alcohol poisoning in two weeks, you'll know why.
Monday, April 21- Thursday, April 24: Frantically attempt to meet my current deadline. I hate Crystal Reports.
Friday, April 25: Get haircut and color (purple!) Get pedicure (maybe also purple, have not decided yet.)
Saturday, April 26: Fly to Albuquerque, New Mexico. Hang out with my good friend Pam until...
Sunday, April 27: Pick up Sal from the airport. Hang out with her and Pam until the conference we're attending opens that evening with a welcome reception. Meet up with all our drinking buddies colleagues and catch up on the last year. Attempt to exercise moderation in the presence of an open bar. Fail miserably. Somehow manage to drink 32 oz of water and take 2 painkillers before falling into bed at 2 am.
Monday, April 28: Drag self out of bed in time to meet Sal and Pam for breakfast. Attend random conference presentations. Head to the vendor-sponsored evening entertainment. Attempt to exercise moderation in the presence of an open bar. Fail miserably. Somehow manage to drink 32 oz of water and take 2 painkillers before falling into bed at 2 am.
Tuesday, April 29: Find it exponentially more difficult to drag self out of bed, but manage anyway. Attend random conference presentations. Pick up Mr. Verruca from the airport. Lament the lack of an open bar that evening, but make up for it by deciding to expense the bar tab. Attempt to exercise moderation in the presence of an expense account. Fail miserably. Somehow manage to drink 32 oz of water and take 2 painkillers before falling into bed at 2 am.
Wednesday, April 30: Blah blah blah hangover. Blah blah blah conference stuff. Blah blah blah expense account. Blah blah blah drunk. Blah blah blah late bedtime.
Thursday, May 1: Hangover. Conference. Vendor-sponsored event - The Temptations! Woo! Blah blah blah open bar. Attempt not to fall down while dancing like last year.
Friday, May 2: Sleep in. Get up. Get on a plane to LA. Meet up with Sal at LAX and head to our luxurious penthouse suite. Call Stubbygirl to announce that we are there and that the carousing can begin. Carouse.
Saturday, May 3: Sleep in. Get up. Find something for breakfast. Wait for Fiestyred to arrive from San Diego. Force Stubby and Fie to help Sal and me write the scripts for the next couple of NI strips. Smuggle alcohol onto the beach. Light a bonfire. Take stupid Barbie pictures. Carouse.
Sunday, May 4: Wake up at 5 frickin' am to get to the airport. Be reminded once again of how much it sucks to fly while hungover - or worse yet, while still residually drunk from the night before. Hope that I'm not sweating vodka like last year, or, barring that, that my seatmates on the plane are themselves too drunk to notice (also like last year.)
Let us bow our heads in memory of all the brain cells that I'm about to kill. We have to do it now because I won't remember them after next week.
In other news, I LOVE ROCK BAND. Best game ever.