That picture was taken Friday night while he was "studying" for the first of a series of exams he needs to take for an important designation that pertains to his career. (He ended up taking the SIX HOUR exam the next morning...We are crossing our fingers that he actually passes.)
This was before Danika and I closed down the local neighborhood dive and were the feature Karoke singers. Or, so we would have liked to think. Sandra joined us at the peak of my drunkenness and was just in time to see me at my finest.
Saturday morning I woke up still drunk. I decided it would be a good idea to take Lola for a run around the lake and I’ve now decided that running while intoxicated is actually probably the best way to run. Seriously.
Saturday night I had a wedding to attend. I started off fine, but getting together with this group of girls always leads to trouble.
Here I am at the beginning of the night…
This is probably around the middle somewhere…
And this is the end.
Notice the blur…yeah… And I'm only BRIEFLY going to mention how I ended up FALLING out of the car when we finally did make it home. Thanks Josh, especially for pointing and laughing as I lay injured in the driveway. That was not my best moment, thanks.
The thought of alcohol makes me want to run and hide, so I’m going to take it easy for awhile…However, Cinco De Mayo is coming up this Saturday and I have plans to spend the day downtown and at a Twins game, therefore I have a feeling my ride on the wagon will be short lived.
Damn.
Monday, April 30, 2007
A Weekend in the Fog
This pretty much sums up my weekend.
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I love the swirl of lights as well. It adds to everything...Those weekends are the best, aren't they?
Now hold onto your liver and prepare for cinco de mayo! I want stories!
I think as long as you are drinking Corona with a Lime on Cinco de Mayo you will be okay. I mean, the lime is a fruit right? That wipes out all of the unhealthy aspect of beer, yes? Oh hell - lie to me Jenni, lie to me. I want to feel good about my impending drunkeness.
I cannot wait for this weekend. Especially compared to this past one, which was ruined by my 17-year-old-ungrateful-bitchy-little sister.
But this weekend? I'm either going to be here in Atlanta, drinking in Buckhead with my friends. Or in Jacksonville, FL with my best friend, attempting to run a 5K on the beach... either way, I plan on being drunk. Woot.
I prefer the drunken stagger to an all out run. Veering to one side while travelling at a high speed could result it whacking into a tree. . . . either in a car or on foot. Both ways it's bad.
Check out this article: http://www.nytimes.com/2006/11/25/business/media/25wine.html?ex=1178078400&en=1d8624cd794dfa4f&ei=5070
It claims that mice that have been given resveratrol, a component of red wine, run twice as far as those who haven't. Screw Gatorade!
And, by the way, we WERE karaoke stars!
Oooh, I love the increased blurriness. I know that feeling. And I'm so impressed that you woke up drunk and then went running! Such thoughts never cross my lazy mind...
Waking up drunk and then running? That takes great courage.lol.
im useless after a big night
So THAT'S what they call "beer goggles".
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