GOOD MORNING!!! 
SUNSHINE IS BACK FROM HER TWO WEEK SLUMBER AND GENERALLY SICKNESS AND DEPRESSION!
After a totally embarassing night last night...which started out at around 7:15 PM....
Paco and I are out drinking and celebrating that we're not sick......and I am feeling great! I'm trashed....I'm having a blast.....and
Paco says to me "Is that clock right?....Is it really nine o'clock?"
WHEELS SCREECHING TO A HALT IN MY HEAD!! NO F-ING WAY!!! It's got to be at least midnight.
Come to find out.... NO it IS actually 9:11.
So I start saying to everyone around me...."I'm like a train headed for a train wreck....and I can't get off the track"
Whatever the hell that means....I really don't know, but that's what I kept saying.
I'm not really sure WHY I didn't stop drinking right then and there....being as I KNEW at that point that my night was going to end badly.....but me being the alcoholic that I am..... and taking into consideration the fact that I was having an awesome time, and I love drinking and hanging out with Dave.....and I've been sick and in the house for like 2 weeks....I didn't stop! I continued to drink like it was my 21st birthday.
Skip to the part where I am crying for absolutely NO reason AT THE BAR... completely torturing my perfect husband for no reason other than that he is so fuckin sweet that he is actually trying to reason with me instead of telling me to shut the fuck up and get a grip....which is what I would do and any normal person would do.....
Now I need to skip to the part where we get home because the 3 hours in between are not in the memory bank!
Although I do remember my guardian angel nL bringing me mozzerella sticks and a coke! If it wasn't for those little fried cheese sticks....I might never have been able to sober up enough to realize that I was a complete idiot!
So after I behold the power of Cheese....I am magically transformed back into myself, and I get to go home and snuggle with the greatest guy in the world....who somehow doesn't think I'm crazy and thinks it was cute that I was so drunk....and can forgive me for being a fool.
If they ever start cloning people....drop me a line and I'll hook you up!
MORAL OF THE STORY:
Cheryl NEEDS to run on the treadmill to stay sane!! When she gets sick and can't.....she should not ingest large quantities of alcohol!
NO TREADMILL = NO ALCOHOL
POP QUIZ:
1. Where will I be right after Paco and I have our tater tots and eggs?
Answer: On the treadmill
For anyone who made it through my little confession.... thanks for listening.... it was very theraputic for me to admit it and get it all out....plus I really want Paco to read it, so that he knows how sorry I am, and how thankful I am to have the best husband ever.
xoxox
Sunshine
SUNSHINE IS BACK FROM HER TWO WEEK SLUMBER AND GENERALLY SICKNESS AND DEPRESSION!
After a totally embarassing night last night...which started out at around 7:15 PM....
Paco and I are out drinking and celebrating that we're not sick......and I am feeling great! I'm trashed....I'm having a blast.....and
Paco says to me "Is that clock right?....Is it really nine o'clock?"
WHEELS SCREECHING TO A HALT IN MY HEAD!! NO F-ING WAY!!! It's got to be at least midnight.
Come to find out.... NO it IS actually 9:11.
So I start saying to everyone around me...."I'm like a train headed for a train wreck....and I can't get off the track"
Whatever the hell that means....I really don't know, but that's what I kept saying.
I'm not really sure WHY I didn't stop drinking right then and there....being as I KNEW at that point that my night was going to end badly.....but me being the alcoholic that I am..... and taking into consideration the fact that I was having an awesome time, and I love drinking and hanging out with Dave.....and I've been sick and in the house for like 2 weeks....I didn't stop! I continued to drink like it was my 21st birthday.
Skip to the part where I am crying for absolutely NO reason AT THE BAR... completely torturing my perfect husband for no reason other than that he is so fuckin sweet that he is actually trying to reason with me instead of telling me to shut the fuck up and get a grip....which is what I would do and any normal person would do.....
Now I need to skip to the part where we get home because the 3 hours in between are not in the memory bank!
Although I do remember my guardian angel nL bringing me mozzerella sticks and a coke! If it wasn't for those little fried cheese sticks....I might never have been able to sober up enough to realize that I was a complete idiot!
So after I behold the power of Cheese....I am magically transformed back into myself, and I get to go home and snuggle with the greatest guy in the world....who somehow doesn't think I'm crazy and thinks it was cute that I was so drunk....and can forgive me for being a fool.
If they ever start cloning people....drop me a line and I'll hook you up!
MORAL OF THE STORY:
Cheryl NEEDS to run on the treadmill to stay sane!! When she gets sick and can't.....she should not ingest large quantities of alcohol!
NO TREADMILL = NO ALCOHOL
POP QUIZ:
1. Where will I be right after Paco and I have our tater tots and eggs?
Answer: On the treadmill
For anyone who made it through my little confession.... thanks for listening.... it was very theraputic for me to admit it and get it all out....plus I really want Paco to read it, so that he knows how sorry I am, and how thankful I am to have the best husband ever.
xoxox
Sunshine
VIEW 3 of 3 COMMENTS
flygirl:
I will be there Wed Thur Fri and Sat lunch and dinner. Thurs I am a volume (I work straight through) so I am the first cut after the dinner rush. So we could maybe have a martini or two somewhere at Polaris. Ill send you my #.
kellyjanice:
man i havent been like that since college... but i had quite a few of those mements then