Last night was supposed to be an innocent night of fun with my good friends Ranye and David. First thing that happened, was not all that unexpected; James fell asleep, so he didn’t go out with us. Secondly, we went to hoedowns, proceeded to get shit faced; and then someone suggested we go to the eagle. Now, I have never been to the eagle, but I have heard lots of horror stories about how sketchy it is. Rayne says, “Think of it as an anthropological experience”. And so I did. The cultural anthropologist in me definitely took notice of the ass-less chaps and thong that one guy was wearing; but all in all, it wasn’t bad, in fact, it was nice to see an eclectic group of gay men hanging out together. Usually you just see all the pretty boys.
After the eagle, we headed over to Krispy Kreme, great idea, because it was across the road. Then I ate doughnuts until I felt sick, because, as it turns out, I had drank way more than I planned. When I got home, I spilled a diet coke in the bed, and apparently was content just laying in it; or at least just moving to James’ side of the bed. Nice.
I really have paid for all that fun last night; I feel like someone has beaten me upside the head with a typewriter. I have had a migraine all day, but it is finally going away. Oh yeah; no drinking to night, and I mean it!
Man!! I didn’t party like you did last night - but I feel almost as bad. Hope you are feeling better by the minute - have James wait on you hand and foot until you do. Love ya!!
Ha! That is funny, funny shit.
Kind of reminds me of Margaret Cho’s bit about being so hungover that she was lying in bed weighing the pros and cons of getting out of bed to go to the bathroom, or just peeing in the bed.
“Well, it’d be warm for a minute…”
Thank GOD that didn’t happen, Amber, I would never be allowed to drink again!!! LOL
At least it wasn’t vomit. I have been so sick/hungover, that I didn’t even care that there was vomit on my comforter.
That is the worst feeling on Earth. I have to stop and remind myself every once in awhile that I am not in college anyomore, and I should not try to drink like I am. Every so often though I forget I am almost 25 and the 19 year old drunken frat boy burried deep inside comes out to visit. It is never pretty. I hope you have recovered and are feeling better now!