Note to self: you are an idiot.
I had one of the worst hangovers of my life yesterday. Not the worst, but it definitely makes the top 10 list. Let me break it down for you. Horrible day at work for various uncontrollable reasons + last kickball game of the season + copious amounts of alcohol + Liz = badness.
I should have known it was going to be one of those nights when I realized my 20 oz. plastic water bottle could hold almost an entire bottle of wine. Hey, I had cheese and crackers for lunch so the wine was fitting, right? Yeah... So kickball. We lost. No suprise there. I did, however, score my first run of the season. To celebrate at the bar I bought shots for myself and the team.
Side story. One of my buddies rejected my chickish shot (surfer on acid) and instead insisted on getting his own shot of nastiness. So up ordering at the bar, these two old dudes start talking to me. I don't really know how the conversation veered, but the end result was my buddy trading his kickball shirt for a shot of nasty. I think the two dudes were unpleasantly surprised that my buddy was the one to bare his chest instead of me. Hey, the night was young...
After that, my compulsion to drink continued. I should have just called it quits right then and there, but bad days always lead to bad decisions. We lost at flupcup. Disappointment. Toasted. Left before the dancing... probably a good idea since who knows what shenanigans would have happened if I would have started that. I think I pissed the bf off with my drunkeness. Go figure. I do tend to over-do things sometimes. Insert own snide comment [here]*.
Fast forward to the next morning. Woke up in bed naked and to the sound of my alarm jabbing needles in my ears. Dragged my ass up and was at work on time for panel, but not in the best of shape. I was checking email for maybe 5 minutes before the dry heaves started. Luckily no one is there that early in the morning (I'm a 7:00 a.m.-er). Got the panel crap set up, but quickly realized after my third trip to the bathroom and finally puking that there was no way that I was going to make it. Excused from the panel, I made my way home and promptly went back to bed. I did end up going back in later in the day, without missing anything of significance but that's beside the point. End of story.
* My friend, Bob, upon hearing this story asked if I was "puke in the red cup drunk." The answer is yes, I was, but I had neither my red cup nor any puke (yet) so nyah.
In other news, life's been pretty uneventful. I went back to Illinois for a week to see the fam. It was lovely and relaxing and I gained five pounds sitting on my ass and watching their new 50" plasma and eating deliciousness. I think I lost it all though in the puking and other bodily functions from yesterday. I'm kind of in a rut when it comes to a few personal things. They're personal though, so I'm sorry to say that I'm not going to share. Sorry that this is a little anticlimactic. You have my permission to go jack-off.