hangover
main Entry: hang·overPronunciation: 'ha[ng]-"O-v&r
Function: noun
1 : something (as a surviving custom) that remains from what is past
2 a : disagreeable physical effects following heavy consumption of alcohol or the use of drugs b :a letdown following great excitement or excess
I am sooooooo...
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In lieu of a real post, here's a little game.
Of the following items regarding my weekend, one is false. See if you can tell which one it is.
Only one.
#1) Friday night, after consuming enough whiskey to convince myself I was one with the land, I embarked on my own personal "vision quest" in the dark woods of Madeline Island. I surfaced at neighboring camp a half-hour later speaking in tongues. The phrases "janitorial but that's o.k, tent" and "I'm shoe going camera happy" may have been uttered.
#2) I attempted to stretch my own underwear over my head while still wearing them.
#3) I consumed my own weight in nutty bars and potato chips.
#4) I behaved like an adult and spent my weekend enjoying alcohol in moderation in between long nature walks and 5-mile runs.
#5) I took approximately 435 pictures of myself in one evening- all really unfocused and all now, thanks to the god of technology, conveniently deleted.
#6) I laid in the sun on the beach for 1/2 hour without sunscreen because I was too hungover to walk into the shade and was hoping that the sun might burn off any lingering booze. This was the point where I started to smell like poorly aged blue cheese.
#7) I didn't pee my pants or wake up in a pool of my own vomit.
#8) I had an "Aha!" moment on the drive home where I realized exactly why I usually skip this weekend of fun- and it had something to do with my brain threatening to explode and my stomach wanting to find a new host that didn't combat a hangover with 143 oz. of Coke.
And curly fries.
And a pineapple, sausage and jalapeño pizza.
If you get the right answer I will telepathically send you a hug.
Who doesn't need a hug?
17 comments:
Um, #4?
If it make you feel any better, I once stretched my underpants (thong) up over my shoulders and wore it like suspenders. In a bar.
Also, the last hangover I had, while vomiting into the toilet, I peed a little. Since I was vomiting into the toilet, you can imagine why peeing a little was Not A Good Thing.
Hope you're on the upswing, sweets.
I'm gonna go with #4. Weekends like the one you just had are the reason Goddess Serena (HA HA) no longer drinks. To many blurry images of "Did I really do that?"
Hope you had fun!
i'd take the pain, if we could switch weekends.
mine was fairly quiet.
although, there IS something fun about being the only grown-up drinking beer around the kiddie pool....
I'm going to venture #4. That may be cruel of me, but there you have it.
WTF? I meant # 7.
Number & is a lie!!!!
Although I hope not - for your sake.
Had a bit of a hangover meself on Sunday.
How are things for you this hour? Head back to normal? I hope so. Tummy? That too. I was eagerly awaiting your post-camping post while I was cropping my way through the weekend. It was better than I was hoping for (your post - not my weekend). Sorry you feel like crap, but so glad you did everything but number 4!!
Lady, I lived this experience LAST weekend. Except mine involved a hot tub, underwear, and a really gross and inappropriate former coworker.
Good luck with the hangover!
Rebecca- #7 is true, thankfully. I was so happy that neither of those things happened that I had to reaffirm it.
Thank you bladder and stomach for not letting me down.
Feeling a wee bit better now, but only in the last hour or so.
Sounds like a lot of us had a hangover this weekend. Getting old sucks, I tell you.
Also... Pizza Luce... Mmmmm. I went there Friday night myself (after a show at the Entry).
It's got to be 4. 5 mile runs while on holiday. Never!
I LOVED the cake, by the way. You are truly gifted.
Ah, honey I wish you much uninterrupted rest.
Glad to hear it wasn't #7.
And glad you didn't punch anymore people out. I was afraid I might see the first Whiskeymarie jailhouse post.
ahh camping. The time when we just throw all of civilization's advances aside and say "screw it, let's drink, and maybe play with fire!"
good times!
Yeah, it's really no contest for #4.
haha, I'm such a loser. I got a hangover because I drank a couple Mike's Lemonades on a Sunday afternoon. I came to work saying, "I'm never drinking again!" Then remembered I used to say that after me and my friends polished off the 151 or tequila. Yep, I'm a loser.
i need a hug.
P.S.- Consider yourself hugged (with a little pat on the bottom for good measure)
;)
Come to think of it- hugs all around!
Hangovers take me much longer to get over now in my late twenties than they did in my early twenties. Seriously, how did I ever manage to get to class by 10 a.m.?
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