So, I wasn't going to blog about my drunken stuppor over the weekend but after 48 straight hours of a hangover and a day in bed reading aDay in the Wife, from the beginning, I decided, screw it. Whatever.
My friend Stacey from "Upnorth" came for her monthly visit b/c it was SO HER TURN and when her son cried all night long the last sleepover we had here...we were due for a do-over. AND DO-OVER WE DID!
It started with a photoshoot then some shopping. I should have known what kind of shape I would be in in the morning when I thought buying a pink mini skirt and a retro Madonna shirt was a good idea...
After going home to change into above mentioned outfit, just the two of us went to dinner. Let me just say that I had only about 4 bites of dinner followed by the waitress kindly informing me that the two Long Islands she had already served me were the limit. TIME TO GO.
So we had already decided earlier that after dinner we would go get Boobs and head to our local dive for some much needed encores in kareoke. I have to say I was sad that Fred wasn't there to DJ. Apparently he had moved up in the world and was "doin' a weddin'" the fill-in said. Fred wouldn't be talking about my boobs (not my husband, but my actual rack) and Skinny wasn't there to bust out the Eminem to the over 60's crowd that frequents the joint so we had to set the tone.
Stacey only had 2 of the 15 beers from the $10 buckets and Boobs and I had the rest. It helps my singing voice. What can I say?! She sang some You're So Vain and classy tunes like Free Fallin' while I chose crap like Summer Lovin', Gonna Soak Up the Sun and some Huey Lewis & the News. Seemed good at the time. When I was willing to sing ANYTHING and had to ask, microphone in hand, what was up and it was Sin Wagon and I was ok with it, I shoulda known. But no, I had to wait until I was seeing my friend Stacey and wondering and thinking i didn't know she had a sister. George, the long-haired hippie biker dude, was there rallying the troops and singing us Seger songs b/c we were "such big fans." He even hugged me. (sigh)
Then after runnning out of the cigarettes I was chain smoking, I suggested going to the clu-zub that my too cool for drool brother works at... because any other night at 1 am when I suggest it, Boobs never thinks its a good idea. But tonight he agreed, wholeheartedly.
I spot my bro near the back and quickly bee-line for his behind. That's right...I grinded on my brother and he liked it...a little surprised when he turned around, but liked it nontheless. He was annoyed and I was the only one on the dance floor so we quickly got bored and left.
When we got home and the neighborhood was dark and Boobs wouldn't let me go knock on doors and run, we turned in for the night...sort of. We woke up the 14 y.o. and then ruined my new top. Damn. Lets just say that the whole next day was filled with greasy food, headaches, laughter beyond all control over the previous nights details, and the next day: much of the same. I didn't know hangovers could last that long. And hair of the dog is bullshit...it doesn't really work. And today I took a pregnancy test when I didn't even make it to the bed that night. Good times.
My friend Stacey from "Upnorth" came for her monthly visit b/c it was SO HER TURN and when her son cried all night long the last sleepover we had here...we were due for a do-over. AND DO-OVER WE DID!
It started with a photoshoot then some shopping. I should have known what kind of shape I would be in in the morning when I thought buying a pink mini skirt and a retro Madonna shirt was a good idea...
After going home to change into above mentioned outfit, just the two of us went to dinner. Let me just say that I had only about 4 bites of dinner followed by the waitress kindly informing me that the two Long Islands she had already served me were the limit. TIME TO GO.
So we had already decided earlier that after dinner we would go get Boobs and head to our local dive for some much needed encores in kareoke. I have to say I was sad that Fred wasn't there to DJ. Apparently he had moved up in the world and was "doin' a weddin'" the fill-in said. Fred wouldn't be talking about my boobs (not my husband, but my actual rack) and Skinny wasn't there to bust out the Eminem to the over 60's crowd that frequents the joint so we had to set the tone.
Stacey only had 2 of the 15 beers from the $10 buckets and Boobs and I had the rest. It helps my singing voice. What can I say?! She sang some You're So Vain and classy tunes like Free Fallin' while I chose crap like Summer Lovin', Gonna Soak Up the Sun and some Huey Lewis & the News. Seemed good at the time. When I was willing to sing ANYTHING and had to ask, microphone in hand, what was up and it was Sin Wagon and I was ok with it, I shoulda known. But no, I had to wait until I was seeing my friend Stacey and wondering and thinking i didn't know she had a sister. George, the long-haired hippie biker dude, was there rallying the troops and singing us Seger songs b/c we were "such big fans." He even hugged me. (sigh)
Then after runnning out of the cigarettes I was chain smoking, I suggested going to the clu-zub that my too cool for drool brother works at... because any other night at 1 am when I suggest it, Boobs never thinks its a good idea. But tonight he agreed, wholeheartedly.
I spot my bro near the back and quickly bee-line for his behind. That's right...I grinded on my brother and he liked it...a little surprised when he turned around, but liked it nontheless. He was annoyed and I was the only one on the dance floor so we quickly got bored and left.
When we got home and the neighborhood was dark and Boobs wouldn't let me go knock on doors and run, we turned in for the night...sort of. We woke up the 14 y.o. and then ruined my new top. Damn. Lets just say that the whole next day was filled with greasy food, headaches, laughter beyond all control over the previous nights details, and the next day: much of the same. I didn't know hangovers could last that long. And hair of the dog is bullshit...it doesn't really work. And today I took a pregnancy test when I didn't even make it to the bed that night. Good times.
Over-30 hangovers are BAD mmmkay
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