When the carpet's paid for, you can have a party

[hopita]

So last night.

I suppose I could write a huge entry all about last night -- about Steph and Kramer and all the bad decisions we three made yesterday morning and the night before, about dinner with lurpy, or the pre-party with lurpy and anjeelou.

Instead, I'll write about the end. About how I started crying after _ikeware left ... and I called him and explained why.

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[ratphooey]

I am so glad you were crying for a good reason! What a nice thing.

Sorry I didn't make it. It turned out that the play we saw wasn't just about postpartum depression. It was about a woman whose postpartum depression was so severe that she drowned her baby in the bathtub. Yeah, it was more fun than a barrel of (candy) monkeys. Needless to say, I was not in a party mood after that. I came home and cried awhile before bed.

Although the good part was knowing that, by comparison to that woman, I'm in great shape. I'm not nearly so far round the bend. Heh.

[hopita]

Steph noticed I was crying and hustled me into the bathroom, wanting to make sure that Hipster didn't see -- "don't give him the satisfaction!" At some later point I was in the same bathroom with Eyeballs and Go-Go Boots, with Go-Go Boots telling me that Hipster was ugly and asking if she could please go kick his ass. I was just drunk enough to not be able to remember if she went and did it or not.

Spent the better part of the morning vomiting (including in lurpy's new car -- I tried to make it out the window but forgot that I had a seatbelt on. Oops). Talked to _ikeware on the phone this evening and found out that he spent his morning in a similar fashion (only he was at work -- ugh

[ratphooey]

Jules and I talked about it before the play started, and decided that if it was too much for either one of us, we'd just leave.

Had the tickets been cheaper, I think we'd have bagged it altogether, but I am too practical for that.

The first half was good, actually - being reminded that massive overwhelm is a common response to new mommyhood. It was only when she started to slip into serious psychosis that it got hairy, though as I said, it was reassuring that things never got that bad for me.

I am really upset that the blurb didn't give any indication of how heavy duty the play became. It was like promising Ron Howard's movie Parenthood and getting Medea.

ummmm....

[lurpy]

I need to learn how to make drinks with moderate amounts of alcohol. I was entirely too drunk to even realize what was going on around me for a better part of the night. I think I only had 3 drinks at the party but they were 3/4 full of alcohol. I think we should talk about that night because I was apparently mentally absent from a good bit of it. Did you slip me a buddha? :-p

Re: ummmm....

[hopita]

Drink any of that Absente, did you?

I was entirely too drunk to do several things -- see clearly or stand upright, for example.

But no, I only wish I had Buddhas to distribute freely. Where's the Great Gordini when you need him?