Friday, February 16, 2007

Marbles in my head, squirrels in my belly

Somebody call AA, they've got a new member on the way.

I met up with my gal Mecca last night. Mr. Whiskeymarie was understandably concerned, as the two of us girls have had only ONE successful night out where controlled ourselves, safely drove ourselves home and didn't have a hangover. I promised I would behave, thinking I would...but I can be a real liar sometimes. I think I may have had 7 glasses of wine, but I'm not entirely sure. I know a cab took me home (my other gal ReRe informed me of this as she was the one who poured me in the cab's back seat), yet a fair amount of the evening in question is a blur. ReRe ended up sleeping at work (the debauchery in question took place at her bar), which I'm sure thrilled her husband.

Mr. Whiskeymarie is, understandably, pissed.

Ms. Whiskeymarie is, understandably, on the wagon.

I am way too old for this. Good thing Mecca & myself only hang out once every 6 months or so. We decided that next time we'll bring the husbands- we can't be trusted on our own.

I have a headache no drug can fix, I left the contents of my stomach in the commode once already today (and by the rumbling still there, it's gonna happen again), and I feel like the world's biggest asshole. Plus I had to work today- yay!

Going out is fun.

So much so that I think any more of said "fun" may kill me, so maybe it's best if I just stay home from now on.

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