11 January 2009

Hangovers....

One of my best friends is getting married soon. Yesterday was her shower and bachelorette party. My day started like any other. Get fucked by work and miss out on something in my personal life. I did make it out for the bachelorette party. I met up with them at a hick bar in the middle of the country. The beer tasted just as good and I was all prettied up. I did my hair and make up. I gave a shit about what I was wearing. I started feeling pretty good and started to get my drunken friendliness on. Normally I'm pretty shy and keep to myself. I usually was that way too when I drank. I don't know what happened over the past year but I'm now a chatterbox butterfly.

We ended up at 3 bars total last night. The last one was what did me in. I had an ice cream drink that I think was ice cream and whatever came out of the bar rag. We have no clue what they make these with. It is the bar's signature drink. The last time I had one was my own bachelorette party. I haven't been able to stomach the thought of one since then. I figured I better get back on the horse with it last night and had 1 and a half. I proceeded to stumble back to the hotel in search for food. I found it amusing that I was less than 5 miles from home yet I stayed at a hotel. I think that may have been the best for me. I don't think getting in a moving vehicle would have ended without a major mess.

I found food back in the room left over from the shower. I remember it was chicken. I think. I just knew it was ok to eat. I tried to pass out but of course the room was not staying still. I tried my damnest and eventually passed out. I woke up a few hours later with a mother of all headaches and still drunk as hell. I downed a couple of ibuprofen and my head was much better in a half hour and I passed out again. I finally got up around 10ish. I was still drunk. I left the hotel and went to breakfast around noon. I think I still was drunk. I ate the mother of all breakfasts and went home and passed out again.

I guess the highlight of this night was two parted. I felt up one of the girl's breasts. Damn. She has such an awesome rack that I just had to feel. The second was a guy called me hot. Unprovoked. I've never had that happen in my life. I've never had some random dude that I just start to chit chat with call me hot. What a confidence boost. Wow. God bless him.

Overall, it was a great weekend and one step closer to another girl joining the rest of us married schmucks in martial bliss........(I use that bliss term very loosely...)

3 comments:

Evening said...

So you are a hot, chatterbox butterfly!!
I am happy you had fun and glad you felt HOT.
xo

Sugardaddy said...

OK. So you are hot and you like feeling up chicks. Well so do I. Maybe............

pure evyl said...

PT Barnum was right. There is a sucker born every minute. My sympathies to your friend.