Hurtin Like a Mother Lover
There are things that we all do every once and a while that reminds us why we donÂt generally do these things all the time. For me they all seem to revolve around food or drink. I cannot eat KFC more than once a year and I always seem to forget why it is that I donÂt eat Red RobinÂs nachos. So it is in this vain, that I went out partying on Saturday to celebrate my 32nd birthday. After that night and the ensuing past day and a half, I may never drink again. EVER.
Now I like everyone else, enjoy drinking every now and then. I have developed a taste for beer in the past year, which is nice, cuz it is usually cheaper and gives me a whole different alcohol group to learn more about. However, I for some reason decided that since Red Bull and vodka was so darned yummy, that I should attempt to drink my body weight in it. Needless to say, the evening ended not quite as nicely as it had started. For the first time ever in my life, there are periods of my evening that I will never remember. My husband says I have nothing to worry about, that I behaved very well (except for the vomiting, but luckily that was in the privacy of my own home) and will have nothing to apologize for when I next see my friends. What disturbs me though is that I had a phone conversation, paid for a cab and undressed, and have no memory of doing any of this.
And then it just got better. I was luckily saved from any headache (God only knows how) but managed to have the worst feeling tummy I have ever had. Greasy breakfast did nothing to relieve it and I spent the rest of the day under my blankie, alternating between black coffee, water and ginger aleWhoopeepee! Happy Birthday to me!
This morning I woke up and was very thankful that my tummy was feeling much better (although it is still not 100%) but my muscles have been aching like stupid since I got up and there is nothing that will relieve the pain.
Needless to say, when someone offered to take me out for a beer tonight to celebrate my birthday (actual date of my birth being today!) I almost gagged.
So what have I learned this year as I get older and wiser. I will now always have a glass of water in between every alcoholic drink I consume. I will not drink everything put in front of me. And my husband is a star, cuz he took care of me so well and managed to relate everything I did to me afterwards so I didn't have to worry.
Do you have any fabulously funny bar stories to tell?
Now I like everyone else, enjoy drinking every now and then. I have developed a taste for beer in the past year, which is nice, cuz it is usually cheaper and gives me a whole different alcohol group to learn more about. However, I for some reason decided that since Red Bull and vodka was so darned yummy, that I should attempt to drink my body weight in it. Needless to say, the evening ended not quite as nicely as it had started. For the first time ever in my life, there are periods of my evening that I will never remember. My husband says I have nothing to worry about, that I behaved very well (except for the vomiting, but luckily that was in the privacy of my own home) and will have nothing to apologize for when I next see my friends. What disturbs me though is that I had a phone conversation, paid for a cab and undressed, and have no memory of doing any of this.
And then it just got better. I was luckily saved from any headache (God only knows how) but managed to have the worst feeling tummy I have ever had. Greasy breakfast did nothing to relieve it and I spent the rest of the day under my blankie, alternating between black coffee, water and ginger aleWhoopeepee! Happy Birthday to me!
This morning I woke up and was very thankful that my tummy was feeling much better (although it is still not 100%) but my muscles have been aching like stupid since I got up and there is nothing that will relieve the pain.
Needless to say, when someone offered to take me out for a beer tonight to celebrate my birthday (actual date of my birth being today!) I almost gagged.
So what have I learned this year as I get older and wiser. I will now always have a glass of water in between every alcoholic drink I consume. I will not drink everything put in front of me. And my husband is a star, cuz he took care of me so well and managed to relate everything I did to me afterwards so I didn't have to worry.
Do you have any fabulously funny bar stories to tell?
posted by La Generalissimo at 1:09 PM
1 Comments:
lemme see. I spent the better part of 1997 to 2000 in nightclubs and bars. Most of my stories involve me hitting on the DJ (or house band), completely hammered and getting the following results: a.) going home with said DJ or band member and waking up the next morning and having a moment where I couldn't remember their name, just for like, two seconds, I swear; b.) dancing on a stereo, table, or other raised platform like a whore; c.)waking up at home the next morning with absolutely zero recollection of what the hell I did or where I did it and having to refer to the ink stamp on my hand to clarify.
Here's one specific story: I was in the Cambie one night, and had been there for about 12 hours starting around 2PM. As you likely know, the Cambie has big picnic table style seating so to spend 12 hours at a bar you tend to see people come and go. One such table mate happened to be from somewhere other than Vancouver and I fell instantly in love with him because he carried a permit to blow things up. So what did I do? Got him liquored and stole him away from his annoying friend and we snuck out and home to my place, where we stayed all weekend snugged down doing naughty things. I could tell you his name if I read through some journals but off the top of my head I can't remember what he looked like (he was cute, as I recall) or what his name was.
Allright well now I have to go write a blog entry about trashy bar stories. Ha ha
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