… but that third cosmo yesterday just about did me in. Oh four peeps – I am too old to be drinking THREE cosmos in the mid-afternoon. I last remember lounging in a plushy chair on the deck, sipping on my (third) tasty cool beverage and the next thing I know, I’m upstairs in the bathroom, sweating my ass off for some reason. I vaguely remember going upstairs but have no recollection for what reason. I lurched over to the bed and passed out there, still all sweaty. (I sound so very, very attractive, do I not?)
One cosmo = nice, pleasant buzz
Two cosmos = nicer, even more pleasant buzz when all is right with the world and I hear birdies chirping and singing
Three cosmos = sweaty, lurching, forgetful mess. Blarf. (to coin a term)
The evening was spent trying to recover from the egregious choices I made earlier. Duty was nice and went to buy me some soda to ease my tummy. Man, vodka is rough on my stomach. How do all those alcoholics do it?
Announcing: AN ADVENTURE!!
Duty and I decided to take a mini-break and head up to Portland, Maine! Don’t ask why Portland. It was a spur of the moment “Let’s do it!” thing. We are going to celebrate our tenth anniversary. We’ll be driving there (about 8 hours) and plan to visit Boston and see some sights. Last time I was up thataway was 1993 with my buddy Charlie. (That is a story for another time. I’ll sum it up thusly: as he dropped me off after a week long jaunt up north, he said “I don’t want to see you again for a very long time.” Yes, fun was had by all!!)
Anyway, YEY for vacations because I cannot take another minute of that job. I’m gonna rock some mad manifesting skillz and get my ass on out the door in the relative near future because those people make me crazeeeee.
(stabs self in head and runs away)
Always good to leap!
(You certainly sounded unattractive as you recovered from the 3rd cosmos, but, honey, I am way more unattractive than you at this moment. My purple eye is cascading down my cheek, puffy and repulsive….)
Good for you. Spontaneous breaks and mini trips are a great thing.
I was just in Boston- Cambridge actually – and it reminded me how much I like that area of the country. I have always wanted to keep going north and visit Maine. Meg and I will be celebrating 20 years in June and we are trying to figure out a way to get away! Congratulations on your tenth and enjoy your trip! Spur of the moment is always fun- I fear those days are gone for me!
Mr. Vodka remains my friend, but as time goes on I have discovered that more than 1.5 beers will find me with such a headache the next morning. Not my temples, like a migraine. I'm talking back of the head. It's more a "I haven't seen a head explode like this since Dealey Plaza" kinda headache.
Congratulations on your tenth, and I think your spur-of-the-moment sounds great. A good refreshing break from there which your ass wishes not to be.