so, night before last? yeah, it turned out to be EIGHT hours of drinking.
oooops
the saddest part of that? i was so. not. drunk. not even close. it's really really scary how much alocohol it takes to make me drunk. or, even buzzed. i got a little tipsy for about 5 seconds. then i just felt good. really good. relaxed. finally didn't give a flying fuck about my hellacious work week.
i didn't go with the intention of drinking that long. (notice i said long instead of "much") I met some friends and well, we ordered drinks. then we ordered chips and hot sauce. then we ordered more drinks. then we ordered supper. then we ordered more drinks. then the live band started and well, we just kept ordering drinks and listening to the band.
then the bar closed and we went to my house. and had another drink.
i haven't had that much to drink in a LONG time.
lucky for me, the only hangover symptoms i had were my IBS totally kicking my ass (pun totally intended) and wanting to eat EVERYTHING in sight! i swear, you'd think i had gotten stoned or something (not that i would know what that's like. SERIOUSLY! just ask Rachel)
you don't EVEN want to know what our tab was. Lucky for me, I got away with just leaving the tip. OK, so it was a $20 tip, but trust me when i say, i got away cheap. Thanks for picking up my tab, Italiano!
oh, now would also be a good time for a little biddy advice: when ordering a drink, if the price is NOT in the menu, you should be very very cautious. why? because you'll end up drinking a THIRTEEN DOLLAR martini.
yes, i said THIRTEEN DOLLAR martini. everyone at the table let a "holy shit" escape from their lips when we found out how much my friggin delicious martini was. thank GAWD i at least had enough sense to ask how much they were before i ordered a second one! i mean, it had Grey Goose l'Orange (yum!) and a couple of other expensive things in it, but i was thinking it was going to be like $7, $9 tops (this is west texas after all, not manhattan). oh no...it was THIRTEEN FUCKING DOLLARS! I'm pretty sure no one is going to let me live that down for a very long time.
oooops
anyway, i had a friggin GREAT time. I haven't gone out and just had fun in way too long and i really needed it. thanks, guys!
so, other than praying i didn't get stuck to the toilet seat, saturday was fairly uneventful. it was pedicure day and let me just say, i desperately needed one! my toes look so stinkin cute! i'll post some pictures later. right now i'm jacking with DivShare and MP3 Converters and cussing both of them.
in other news: you know how a few weeks back i accidentally started my diet again? Well, i've lost 12 pounds. While I should be rejoicing about this accomplishment (especially considering i've had fajitas and cupcakes and guacamole and birthday cake and pizza and pie and excessive amounts of alcohol and fast food), I'm not. why? because it's making my fucking stretch marks look SO. MUCH. WORSE. omg they are awful. like, to the point i've decided when i lose all the weight i need to, i'm looking into stretch mark laser removal. uh huh...they are THAT bad, already...and i've still got 88 pounds to go! shit...
ok, i need to go get me some food. after yesterday's pork fest, i've been trying to put off eating as long as possible today. i made it to 2:30 p.m. That's pretty dang good if I do say so myself!
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2 comments:
Sounds like you had fun, which is awesome! I agree, $13 for a martini is crazy.
Congrats on the 12 pounds! That's great!
Yes, J was a Frat. I didn't end up pledging because I couldn't decide between DT and GATA. Big difference there, I know.
I didn't want to be in a club that would be like, "let's have a slumber party and do our hair", (so not my thing). Some of the clubs were too "preppy" and pretty much straight edge, while others were too "rich", or too "bad" and I'd be labeled.
Was the $13 martini the size of a punchbowl? B/c then maybe it'd be worth it :-)
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