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Hi. That was the language my head was speakin' yesterday. I am no longer a spring chickadee. I can no longer hold my liquor, and 3 drinks can now render me completely intoxicated, where it used to take 8 or 9 before. There are now severe repercussions for a late-night drinking binges. They include, but are not limited to:
1. Hitting on platonic friends while your boyfriend is standing 10 yards away
2. Telling the bartender you like her pretty tattoo and oooh, can I touch it?
3. Walking up to random people and announcing indignantly "I'm not drunk!"
4. Crying because of the stupidest argument EVER, which involved whether or not Marky Mark re-made the song Wild Side (WHICH HE DID, DAMN IT! BELIEVE ME!!!!!)
5. Passing out in cabs
6. Projectile vomiting on oneself and all over the bedroom floor.
7. Proceeding to roll around in it
8. Forcing the new person in your life to scoop you off the floor and drag you into the bathroom
9. Waking up the next morning feeling like you played a game of chicken with a god damn steam roller and the god damn steam roller won
Bethany is almost 28. I mean, except for the occasional glass or two of wine, she has definitely slowed her roll on partaking in alcoholic beverages. And after feeling like holy hell all day yesterday, she remembers why.
I was a good little girl on Friday night. Stayed in, watched Elf (I giggled like a little nancy through the movie. It's cuuuuuuuuuuute!) Saturday, I went to witness Purdue kick the living crap out of IU. Take that, ya bastards! Actually, they didn't show the game since Purdue fucked up the last half of their season, but ESPN kept my updated on the bloodbath. Saturday night was my girl Katie's b-day bash in Bucktown, which is a hell of a cab ride to the WEEEEEEEEEST SIEEEEEEEEEEEDUH, but worth every penny.
Here I am, with the cutest boy EVER looking like a retarded Howler Monkey right before it got really ugly and the tears started.
Don't get me wrong. I had fun. I just wish I stopped at 2 drinks instead of pushing myself beyond my limits with that third one. I don't even want to think about yesterday. I am feeling MUCH better. I even managed to shower and apply eye shadow this morning. Thanks, Alleve!
Anybody watch "Extreme Home Makeover" and "Desperate Housewives" last night? Sunday is fabulous thanks to the folks over at ABC, which, up until this fall season, sucked a nut. I Love Love Love these two shows. EHM always makes me cry, whether it be due to a dead family member or a kid with "special challenges." DH is just fun to watch. It's delicious! It's like eating cheesecake, you know it is rotting your teeth and making your ass puffy, but you can't help it. Your fork-holding hand seems to have a mind off it's own, and it's saying "Shove some more down your throat! It's good for you! Protein! YUM!"
I spent the morning taking quizzes, thanks to the good folks behind my building at Liquid Generation. If you haven't heard me RAVE before about this website, hear me now. It is a fabulous way to kill a few hours at your snooze-fest of a job. Look into it!
Here are the results of the quizzes I took. The first one is great. I highly recommend it for any 80's aficionado. Bet you $100 you can't beat my score. I am freaky with the 80's trivia. Bring it!