I went to a party last night.
Last night anne_jumps took me to a a party at co-workers house. We had quite a good time. I had two Sam Adams. Yay. I stopped there because I didn't want to be completely drunk. A little tipsy is one thing because I'm still aware of my actions and have a slight sense of control of making a jackass out of myself. There was food at said party we had chips and salsa from Frontera and homemade pizzas. I had about two slices. We watched Austin Powers one. Even though on TV still funny as hell. That was what also stayed my drinking hand. I was laughing and laughing a lot while drinking for me is not good. I almost lost my chips but was able to still my innards with a splash of cold water and sipping a coke. That and I swear beer is a diuretic.
However after Anne gave me a ride home my troubles began.I thought that my earlier nausea was over. I was wrong. I felt absolutely disgusting. I was up until about four with wave after wave of nausea. I wanted to die. Finally I thought that this was it and I was finally going to pray to the white porcelain god but no. By then my stomach was empty so only a dry heave. Damn, I hate that shit. Amazingly, I felt better. A lot better actually. I was impressed. So finally after what seemed like eternity of suffering, I was able to go to sleep. I don't get it. I mean what the fuck? I have never been so affected by beer in my life except that one New Years party but that was before I got married. And that had been irresponsible drinking. (I had drank beer(s) before liquor. Not too fucking bright.) Was it the food? Maybe me and the ingredients didn't get along. I am not saying that these good people had bad food, don't even go there. I am saying that I felt ass nasty after consuming the beers, chips and salsa, and homemade pizza. Maybe it's Sam Adams. Maybe there is (gasp!) a beer I can't deal with but why have I been able to in the past? Oh the hell with it, it a mystery. I am mostly fine right now. Still slightly queasy but I think that's because all I've had to eat today is part of a slice of bread.
Aside from my late evening of torture. I had a smashing time. Even though I felt like I had the alien queen trying to burst through my stomach (I know in the movie it's through the chest) ,but I would do it again in a heartbeat to see Anne, because who the hell knows when I'll see her again.
However after Anne gave me a ride home my troubles began.I thought that my earlier nausea was over. I was wrong. I felt absolutely disgusting. I was up until about four with wave after wave of nausea. I wanted to die. Finally I thought that this was it and I was finally going to pray to the white porcelain god but no. By then my stomach was empty so only a dry heave. Damn, I hate that shit. Amazingly, I felt better. A lot better actually. I was impressed. So finally after what seemed like eternity of suffering, I was able to go to sleep. I don't get it. I mean what the fuck? I have never been so affected by beer in my life except that one New Years party but that was before I got married. And that had been irresponsible drinking. (I had drank beer(s) before liquor. Not too fucking bright.) Was it the food? Maybe me and the ingredients didn't get along. I am not saying that these good people had bad food, don't even go there. I am saying that I felt ass nasty after consuming the beers, chips and salsa, and homemade pizza. Maybe it's Sam Adams. Maybe there is (gasp!) a beer I can't deal with but why have I been able to in the past? Oh the hell with it, it a mystery. I am mostly fine right now. Still slightly queasy but I think that's because all I've had to eat today is part of a slice of bread.
Aside from my late evening of torture. I had a smashing time. Even though I felt like I had the alien queen trying to burst through my stomach (I know in the movie it's through the chest) ,but I would do it again in a heartbeat to see Anne, because who the hell knows when I'll see her again.