Two-Day Benders

Uggggh. I honestly don’t feel the best this evening, and there’s not a lot I can do about it. Sunday night was party night, a friend of ours held his annual ‘Meatfest’ party and there was tons to eat and tons of booze. All we did was show up with a bottle of Captain Morgan’s and we were good. It was strictly an adults-only party, apart from one kid who was the daughter of one of the bikers there. I think that was the exception, kids were allowed. We didn’t take Abby though as she spent the afternoon with Nick’s family and they all went swimming while we had a kick-ass time at the party. Food was excellent, plenty to drink and the booze flowed all afternoon and all evening long. We got there around 3pm and stayed until 6pm, which at that point we needed to head back to our apartment so we would be home when Abby got dropped off. Then I went back to the party and proceeded to get slaughted. Nick turned up somewhere around 10.30pm and I thought he was going to pick me up and then we’d head back home but he stayed for a while and we left a little later. I was tipsy at best when he turned up and things started to get a little fuzzy after that. I remember everything that happened, it’s just that it seems a little blurry around the edges. We left somewhere around 11.30pm and I literally stripped out of my clothes and put on my pj’s. We both slept until around 7am which at that time my daughter and husband are all lovely and joyful…while I am peeling myself out of bed and crawling towards the sink, desperate for a large glass of water. I felt icky for most of the morning and started to feel better towards the middle of the afternoon…so I decided that it was time for ‘Hair of the Dog’. I knew that our party host from the night before was working at our local drinking hole so I went down to visit him and see how he was surviving. 

I get down there and he’s doing about as good as I am- desperate for water and another 24hrs of sleep. We talk and eventually the majority of the party goers from the night before all trickle in too. So the party starts up again, and I got smashed AGAIN. This time was not intentional, but I made the mistake of sitting of what is called ‘The Junk Club’ which is an exclusive club and entrance is purely by getting smashed and doing something stupid. The last member fell through the window in the mens room, so the next applicant has to top that. I have a feeling that I’ll be on that membership list sooner or later, as I have a habit of making an arse of myself while drunk. Last night the guys kept trying to make me flash my boobs, but they would have to get me horribly drunk for me to think that was a good idea. I was really drunk, but not as much as I would do that. I did knock my shot glass off the bar though and I was pretty embarrassed about that. 

So this morning, I wake up feeling like hell and I peel myself out of bed for the second day running. I look at the alarm clock and see that it’s 2.30am. I don’t make a habit of being awake that time of the morning, so I put some clothes on and grab a large glass of water with a couple of Alka-Seltzer. I watched Fresh Prince of Bel-Air for a couple of hours on Nick at Nite, and then my husband walks in from work. He asks why I’m awake already and I fell asleep around 8pm, so I knew that my body had gotten enough sleep for now. At this point, I’m craving something salty so I make myself up a packet of Ramen noodles, eat them and wash it all down with more water. I watched some more tv and then Nick decided he was going to head off to bed and I decided to join him as my body was crying out for more sleep. Got into bed around 6.30am and swore up and down that I would get up at 7.30am, so I set my alarm clock. I must have woken up to turn it off, because the only time I actually remember waking up is the last time which was 8.15am and I got up and saw to Abby. Still didn’t feel so hot so I made myself a cup of tea and watched some tv with her after breakfast. 

The day really hasn’t changed much, I’ve been hanging out in my TN Vols tshirt and a pair of black yoga pants. Abby wanted to go to the park, but my energy levels have been so low that I just puttered around the house and read her some stories. Hopefully I’ll feel better tomorrow as it’s her first day of preschool and I have to sit with her as they want the parents to stay- I don’t want people to get a wrong first impression of me and think I’m a raving bee-atch or something, ack.

Sick As A Dog

So after writing last night’s post, I went out for a drink with some friends. My next door neighbour looked after Abby for me and we all went to La Cage in Walker’s Point. I’d never been to La Cage before, and the next time I go I will not be mixing my alcohol again. My booze of choice at the moment in a margarita on the rocks, so I had about three of those and my friend kept on buying these layered shots. Which was a bad, bad move and threw up twice just before we headed home around 1.30am. I somehow managed to get in the house and then proceeded to kick off my shoes, peel off my clothes and get into bed. I couldn’t be bothered with trying to put on my pyjamas and I didn’t have the coordination to take off my make up…so I literally just fell into bed, and that was around 2am. I woke up this morning around 9am and rolled out of bed. Changed my underwear and threw on some clothes, then went to the bathroom and went to take off my make up- finally. 

I was lying around on the couch for most of the day, but at around 11am I just felt so ill and tired that I went back to bed for a couple of hours and put Abby down for a nap. Woke up around 2pm, felt a little better but my head was still swimming and my stomach was still churning. Around 5pm, I went to lie down again on the bed….but not even ten seconds later I felt the need to up-chuck again. Ran to the bathroom and proceeded to empty my stomach of it’s contents. I don’t know whether that was the after-effects of the alcohol or whether I’m just sick with some 24-hr bug. I felt a whole lot better after that, and cleaned the kitchen and made Abby her dinner. 

Nick got me some Rolaids and some Alka-Seltzer from the store and I feel a little more human after taking both of those. I was getting a little hungry at that point, but I didn’t want to eat a whole meal or anything. So Nick made me some chicken broth and I’ve been drinking that for the majority of the evening. It’s giving me a little more energy so hopefully tomorrow morning I’ll be feeling good, as I have church and choir and so much other stuff like the social choir brunch and going out for dinner with Nick. My stomach had better be ready, I don’t like being out in public if I’m ill. I just want to stay at home all day, watching crap on MTV and curled up with my cats. 

Hamburgers, Rummage and Sunburn

I’ve been helping a friend with a rummage sale for most of the afternoon. He’s moving to Florida in a couple of months and wants to be done with the majority of his stuff so he doesn’t have so much stuff to move. Which I totally understand. His roommate Ty was supposed to help him with the grill (he decided to sell hamburgers, hotdogs and brats for a buck a piece) and he was also supposed to help him carry some of the stuff back upstairs, but he got his stimulus check this morning and he said he was going to cash it and he’d be right back. That was at 1.30pm and it’s now almost 6.30pm and as far as I know, he’s not back yet. I imagine he’s gone to get high and he’s probably trashed somewhere on someone’s couch. I feel sorry for my friend because he’s a good person and he’s always trying to help people out with stuff and they just take advantage of him. It’s so sad

So this afternoon, it was just me and my friend doing the rummage. He sold his stuff and I cooked the food for him. I’m not the best at manning a grill, so he helped me out a little. We had fun, drank Jack Daniels with Coke and ate burgers. In return, he gave me a few items of his that I’d had my eye on- like a cooler, a Star Wars 1985 VHS box set (for Nick) and a mirror. Troy and his friend came by to jokingly hassle us (as they usually do) and I gave him shit and made some smart ass remarks. It’s what I do best. Some people might consider me to be rude or intolerable, but I’m just a very sarcastic person. People think I’m funny but I don’t see it. I’ve always been this way, I used to get a smack across the mouth when I was younger for being so cheeky…but it’s just part of me now and my mum still doesn’t like it :p

Oh and I just looked in the mirror, and my face is all pink. Damn sunburn, I forgot to wear sunscreen :p

Musical Tastes

I’ve discovered that my family don’t really care much for my choice in my music. Nick really likes classic rock like Metallica and Aerosmith, and Abby tends to dance to my Miranda Lambert collection. My favourite music in the world is ska. Or failing that, punk. Punk can be a little depressing at times, but ska is SO HAPPY! It’s hard not to like it. It just makes you want to get off your butt and pogo around the room like a lunatic. Takes me back to my college years when I drank too much, did a few illegal drugs and partied like a rockstar. Sometimes I miss that life and it’s weird uncertainty, but then I think about how good I have it now and I take it back. My early adult years were so much fun though, sure I fell in with a bad crowd but I’ve got some awesome, wicked memories from it all. There’s nothing quite like waking up with your tongue stuck to the roof of your mouth because all you had to drink before you hit the hay was beer. Or pot. Tends to do the same thing to my mouth in the morning :p 

Now I’m sure that some of the people out there reading this are all like “OMG! You did what?! You bad person! You don’t deserve to have a daughter!” Yada. Yada. Yada. I’ll tell you right now, shouting abuse at me is like talking to a brick wall. I’ve developed a pretty thick skin when it comes to the stuff I did in the past. Some of you straight laced people need to cut loose once in a while and get out of your comfort zone. I grew up in the middle of nowhere in the UK and I never thought of doing anything like this before I came to the US and some very good friends of mine opened my eyes to the stuff that went on outside my protective bubble that I grew up in. They taught me dumpster diving, how to play the guitar for cash, Food Not Bombs, vegetarianism and how to feed a whole household of eight on $10. Other stuff too, like just because someone looks strange doesn’t necessarily mean they are. And the companies that were easy targets for stealing from, because lack of a security system. Sure, some of the stuff I did in the past was VERY illegal and I could have been caught anytime…but I loved every moment of it. I never really had a proper place to live, I was just crashing on other people’s couches for about a year straight. Then I moved back to the UK and I straightened myself out. The experience changed me as a person and for the better. I’m not half as uptight as I used to be. That’s also where I discovered my love for Ska, when we would spend Wednesday evenings smoking joints and listening to Sublime. Good times