I'd like to introduce you to my post nuptial hangover . . .
Hey Y'all.
I got to nurse a drunk scientist who had interminable hiccups. Miss M saw that she executed the pre-emptive strike . . . thus, emptying her stomach. She's all about paying it forward.
There was an open bar that had a seemingly endless river of bourbon, the headwaters of which I was trying to discover. (unwise errand, thanks for asking)
The DJ played inexcusible things like "You Shook Me" by AC/DC. I told him I'd dance if he got his shit together and played "I Want You to Want Me" by Cheap trick. It took him a while, but he got it together and I did some dancing while singing at the top of my lungs: feelin' all alone without a friend, you know you feel like dyin'. Oh didn't I didn't I didn't I see you cryin'! There are pictures. The redneck yayhoo busted out some Prince as well which as always makes it impossible to do anything but dance.
Miss M here - It's going to be a loooooooooooooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng post-IHOP drive this morning. Lucky for us an the rest of the world, we're not amateur drinkers anymore. Things could be a lot worse. Where'd we leave the car again? Fresh Hell encouraged me to wear my little black dress. Good thinking since I was all foxy in that get up. However, my sha-na-na-knockers were pretty much out there for the world (read conservative suburban Dallas types) to see. I am forever immortalized as 'that loose canon with the big knockers' in a variety of candid AC/DC-dancing photos. I hate her.
I'm so gonna have a side of bacon.
Want a piece of me? Let's go! cats_jammys at yahoo dot com
- Fresh Hell
- Wouldn't you like to know? . . . In case you would: I'm a girl. I'm in my late 30s. I was born under the glyph of death on the Mayan calendar. Yes, I'm Hispanic among a multitude of other cultures. I'm politically bored and incorrect. I don't pray or prey. I'm a scientist, but probably should have been a housewife. I'm not in a relationship. Sorry ladies, I like the fellers. I knit, but it's not likely you'll ever see my work on the internet. I wish I was a better writer. And while I'm wishing . . . I wish I was thinner, and made more money, and that things would get easier. I like it when I'm not all victimy.
Laughing at Tragedy!
5 comments:
outstanding, girlies! out and about and it's before noon! ya'll did really well, can't wait to see the pictures! ;-)
Sounds like y'aall had a good evening there.
We need pics.
I concur. Photos! Soon!
I just love it when folk grow older in a disgraceful manner.
Keep up the good work, Fresh!
Shit. It appears that during my hiatus from blogging you have gone insane and done 13 posts in less time than I have done 5. Now I have to read them all. I had plans for this evening too. Luckily I can drink and read at the same time....for a short while.
Savannah~ That we were up before noon was an act of something that was beyond Holy. It was one long-ass day. Half way back we stopped at a truckstop for a jalapeno popper binge. Something about the second wave of the hangover being soothed by large quantities of deep fried cheese and chilis seems wrong . . . but right.
Dive and Full ~ Patience my sweets, once I've fixed the flood situation and can get my ducks back in a row, I'll get those pictures.
Eddie~ Fortunately my posts are largely incoherent blather so after a few drinks, they may actually start making sense. Good luck!
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