September 12, 2007

Drinking Hijinks on a School Night

I'm on the steering committee for a ladys organization. Last night we had a meeting at a hotel in the town where I live. After the business was completed, we adjourned to the lounge for a drink (which turned into several... never underestimate the thirst of dignified professional ladies). Oh, how the hijinks ensued. We were hit upon by really cute dumb guys (Billy and Curt), we lied about our names (I was Esmeralda... my usual bar name, also the name of my gas-guzzling SUV), and we had celebrity sightings... though I had no recognition of any of them.

At Gillette Stadium tonight, a clash of titans will ensue. There will be a Futbol match between Mexico (VIVA LA RAZA!!!) and Brazil (DOUCHE BAGS!!!). Admittedly, I don't follow the sport outside of the World Cup, but I've got to pitch good energy toward the team representing the country that produced my ancestors and also produces the best culinary mastery on the planet. Anyhow, the Brazil team is staying at the hotel where we were drinking too much wine and telling lies to unsuspecting Lotharios. They arrived while we were sitting in the lounge and a sea of people in green and yellow shirts surged around them as they came through the door. I was told that one of the best players in the world was right there. I looked at him and he looked like the kind of guy who sits to poop, stands to pee, and pukes when too much booze gets past his gullet. I wasn't impressed. Then I was introduced to some guy whose name escapes me (probably because I wasn't impressed by him either) and was told that he is the former general manager of the Boston Red Sox... whatever that means. It was a fair amount of excitement to be around people who are recognized and respected for whatever skills they have... or don't have.

After all the excitement, I managed to get to sleep and woke in the middle of the night having a nightmare about nearly missing my appointment for surgery, and forgetting that I'm not to eat anything for 12 hours prior to surgery, and forgetting to take out my belly button ring prior to surgery. As I started connecting thoughts, for a fleeting moment, I thought the surgery was today. Phwew!! I've got a whole extra day to get my ducks in a row and make sure that in this case, dreams don't come true.

4 comments:

ellie said...

Good Luck with the operation. Won't be long til your back at the gym sweating it out! Thinking about you xx

Fresh Hell said...

Thanks Ellie! I can't wait to get back to the gym and have a proper sweat.

AliBlahBlah said...

Well I'm impressed by your Brazilian A.S.S. (almost star sighting). Their silky skills may not be apparent in the bathroom, but they certainly tear us a new one on the football pitch every time we meet.

Actually that's true of any international team that plays England.

Katherine Mercurio Gotthardt said...

Just curious...are you looking for a man who STANDS to poop?