Jul 24, 2005 16:09
After having THAT much to drink last night... you would think I would feel bad today. Nope. Not so. Don't really feel like cleaning stalls or riding the horses I need to, but I'm going to blame the lack of motivation on heat, humidity, and absence of the occasional breeze.
Yep. A nice relaxing, nothing to do but nap and watch racing and bad movies on TV, kind of day. I’ve had several moments where small clips of last night play over in my mind. I remember a really bad “fire breathing worthy shot” followed by some equally bad apple something-or-other shot. Oh yes, and then there were the 3 (god, I hope it was just 3) tequila shots, back to back. And this all took place after about 10 frozen margaritas. B-RAD is totally my new drinking/shooter buddy. And no, you can never have enough of those.
What else do I remember from last night? I keep hearing about Ralph and Clark wrestling in the yard…how did I miss this? Where the hell was I?! I don’t get it. Traci fell of the porch. Clark fed me a grape. I asked a 4-year girl if she was wearing Victoria’s Secret underwear. Greg wouldn’t talk to Traci or me ‘cause his wife was there (wow that sounds a little ill-suited). Jeff gave me water!! I love you Jeff!
Somehow I got home. I remember being driven home, but don’t remember if I opened the front gate or if my escort did. And I do recall the leg cramp that wouldn’t entirely go away till this morning.
I remembered a lot more then I thought I would. I guess I’m doing better that I initially thought. Now if I can only remember hat I did with my pants after I got home!