The combination of 3 margaritas, a pitcher of beer, xanex (prescription, of course) and a no food crash diet is dangerous.
Until last night, I had never been kicked out of a restaurant or bar. I'm pretty sure I embarrassed the hell out of myself (and Jared and all his co-workers) but I was too fucked up to care. Let's just say I won't be going back to the Hooters by my house anytime soon or to Jared's bar for that matter.
Hopefully, no one from work is reading this - I called in sick today. I didn't really lie, nor did I tell the truth. I did have a horrible headache, I just withheld the cause of said headache. I tried several times to get up and go to work, I physically couldn't. My brain hurt; I'm pretty sure it was all the brain cells dying that I felt.
It was bad, real bad. I think I may need to quit drinking....so much.
On a brighter note, the Rockets just stomped the Mavericks and forced game seven. I just heard that Mattress Mac offered to pay Jeff Van Gundy's fine, Yao offered to pay half. I'm sure that really pissed off David Stern......Go Rockets!
Woohooo and the Celts beat the Pacers forcing a 7th game too!
Seems we both had a lucky break.
Sorry about your hangover from hell.
Deb
Posted by: Clublint | 05/06/2005 at 02:37 AM
So, you can't go to the hooters next door....you are not missing much....although their wings are tasty.
Posted by: -G.D. | 05/06/2005 at 07:26 AM
Well, hopefully you had a good time. Of what you can remember. Made for a great post though. Nice site.
Posted by: The Complimenting Commenter | 05/06/2005 at 01:48 PM
GD: I think I'll miss the breasts more than the wings :)
TCC: Thanks for the compliments, I'll be sure to pay it forward!
Posted by: Jenn | 05/06/2005 at 02:40 PM