This weekend I went out to back-to-back birthday parties. It was fun and took me to a place I haven’t been since … well, college. That place is called Recovery.
Birthday party one: Free beer and appetizers were served. I hadn’t had dinner so I feasted on apps – mostly meat and a few vegetables. Great food, but not exactly the kind of food you line your stomach with before a big night of drinking, unless you are a big fan of Atkins. Regardless, I drank a lot of free beer. I was well onto tieing one on by the time we headed out to birthday party number two.
Birthday party two: Old friends and friends I hadn’t seen in a long time. Everyone had been drinking for a while and suddenly we were all generous buying each other beers. Funny how that happens… Birthday boy got so drunk — I think I can claim the last shot he had for the night, mmmm Jeger — he was throwing up in the bathroom. In the stall next to him some people were having sex. How sick is that? How un-romantic. “Mmmh Baby.” “Splash!” “Hurl”
After party: We all headed out to birthday boy’s sister’s house and her and her husband showed us a great time, I am told. I fell asleep after being there about fifteen minutes. Hey, birthday boy never made it so at least I got there. Fun ensued, even after I fell asleep. I am told I took a cab home.
The Morning After: I woke up feeling terrible as I should have. After moaning about for two hours, and after I had eaten two grilled cheese sandwiches and drank two glasses of coffee and a lot of water, it occurred to me that I couldn’t see.
I asked my BF where my glasses were. Turns out I left them at the after party. And I didn’t know the phone number for their house. I called birthday boy and he didn’t answer. I had to call their parents’ house and since I have known them since birth it was the equivalent of calling my parents and very embarrassing. Fortunately her little sister answered and I made plans to go pick up my glasses. Before I left, a friend of mine called to say he left his cell phone at the after party and would I get it.
So my BF drives us to the place of the after party. I couldn’t have driven because I did not have glasses. I picked up the glasses and the cell phone and then went and dropped of the phone with my friend. Then I took my BF back to the parking lot of birthday party number two so he could pick up his car. (This story might celebrate drunkenness, but at least it also promotes drinking safely and having a designated driver or utilizing cabs.)
I go home after all of this and it is all I could do not to wipe out.
So let’s review: Last night I had a great time over the course of 7 or 8 hours. (Maybe six if you subtract the part I slept through.) Today I spent about 7 or 8 hours recovering and three hours running around retrieving things left behind last night. Interesting trade off.
I would do it again, of course. It was awesome.
This is the BEST hangover straw.
Here is my question: Is it really in the best interest of a fiber ad to have a picture of something that looks like poop? Worse yet, to have something that looks like poop with a bite taken out of it?
