Perhaps because of my pissy mood yesterday, I went out and got hammered last night. Now I have been quite proud of myself since my marriage broke up: I have only been seriously drunk once, and it was a doozy. Vomiting into my wastebasket while weeping into the phone to my ex about a month after he left. Such a proud moment.
Perhaps because of that painful memory, I had avoided liquor and especially wine in large quantities ever since. I won't say I haven't been tipsy, but I haven't been smashed right out of my mind.
And then came last night out on the town with my married pals who we will call Dominic and Carol. None of us are quite sure what happened. Early on in the night Carol told me something that really hurt about my ex and I remember having a moment suspended in time when I thought to myself: "I can burst into tears right now at this party or I can get a refill and drink so heavily that perhaps I will be able to forget that she just told me that."
And I chose the drinking. It started with mohitos at one place. Then we ended up on a patio in Yorkville having dinner with bottle after bottle of red wine and two men who just sort of suddenly appeared, joined our table and ordered even more wine -- ICE WINE!!! I can't remember clearly but I do believe these men knew Carol somehow and I know I was really drunk because by the end of the night, I was really starting to find the bald guy attractive, and, no offence to bald guys, but they aren't and never have been my type. I thank God I didn't drag him home to my empty house and that I didn't remove any clothing in public. Because I was so drunk, both things were possible.
I don't remember how I got home and I am only now able to raise my head from the pillow for more than five minutes.
My head feels like someone was going at it with a sledgehammer all night despite many Tylenols, and my breath is vomitous even though I haven't vomited and have now brushed my teeth three times. It's like the wine is just sitting there in my stomach, refusing to be fully digested.
Please -- someone help me. It's mid-afternoon and it is not subsiding. I have already e-mailed Dominic and Carol and pleaded with them to come here and kill me. They e-mailed back that I must come to them and kill them.
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Poor you, but at least you didn't go home with the bald guy. I recommend a Coke Classic, for a surefire jump in blood sugar, then loads of water, flush out those toxins and painkillers. My personal favourite Advil Liqui-Gels, if those don't help I got the big guns and do deliver. If you feel a little better then eat something.
Fritzi's remedy sounds excellent. Either that or a greasy pork sandwich?
Eat something like rice or a banana, maybe?
Hope you feel better, turkey.
oh fritzi ... thanks ... i just had a peanut butter sandwich because it was the only thing i had the strength to make ...
and thanks to you too tanya .... look ... i am too weak to manage upper case or punctuation ...
Aw, honey! And look, now it's pouring and thundering outside.
Can I bring you anything? A baby, perhaps?
kiss kiss! :)
You poor thing. Here, let me help.
If it's any help, this is one of the best descriptions of a hangover I have ever read.
Please feel better soon.
Tearfree
p.s. I don't mind bald guys as I've mentioned before.
I suppose it has something to do with the fact my father was pretty bald from pretty young, but I digress...
Jacy, I'm feeling your headache and smellng your vomit breath....
But take heart. you haven't been doing this on a regular basis as many have in your situation. And after this you probably won't be doing it again. Soon.
I truly hope you are feeling better today.
PS, Jacy, I'm coming to Toronto on Nov 8 and hope to stay the wk/end.
A little quiz for you: Can you guess why?
If not I'll post on the reason early next week ;-)
PPS
Maybe we can take Espanya out for some Thai food or something equally yummy.
Jacy, it's a lovely crispy autumn day. I ordered it just for you.
If you're up for it, there is the Dragonfest all day today.
And GT! Fantastic! Alexander is also available for slobbery kisses.
I'm intrigued as to why you're coming, you're like a secret agent; I can't figure out your cryptic message.
GT, if you need a place to stay -- I have a lovely spare bedroom!
We'll meet at my place -- why don't I cook?
Roast chicken! Lemon meringue pie!
I'll bring the sangria!
I'll kill you but you have to take the clothes off first.
Oh, Jacy! I hope by now you're feeling better. I've been in your shoes and you can't really do anything except drink lots of water until all the liquor is gone from your system.
Excellent Jacy, yes, Espanya bring Alexander. Can I bring my babe? He's cute, promise.
Can't do 8th Nov - have you guessed yet Jac? - but if I can organize child care, I will be available 9th and 10th. Will keep you posted.
Would be great to meet Fritzi too.
GT: I have no idea what it is. None. But you and your boy and/or girl are more than welcome to bunk with me. And I will definitely get Fritzi on board.
Dale: If you plied me with tequila, the clothes would be off by the end of the night, guaranteed.
Chelene: It is Day 2 and not only do I still feel hungover, I still feel drunk.
Actually it's the sig. other and I will post on it tomorrow...
hint: will will not approve
I'd love to meet the sig. other and what? What is it? What could you possibly be doing that I wouldn't approve of other than going out for dinner with my husband and his girlfriend? That's the only thing I would have a problem with.
Maybe GT will be coming to interview and meet up with RE?
She's coming to see The Police in concert! (I just read her post today)
That's cheating Espanya
Young teacher
The subject
Of schoolgirl fantasy
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