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.
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