Utter Shit

Holy shit did I tie one on last night.

It was someone’s bday. And it was supposed to be low-key…just me, the bday girl and one other. And it might have remained low key if it wasn’t for the evil, evil pitchers of sangria.

I did an AMAZING impression of a bird of paradise (the mating dance from Planet Earth) complete with jazz hands gone funky, elbows to signify wings and yelling BLACK AS NIGHT at the top of my lungs while flipping said wings out to the side. And it was downhill from there….or at least what I can remember was downhill.

I ended up swaying in the bart station just begging for some hoodlum to steal my purse. I was lucky that everyone was a law abiding citizen.

Right now, I really need to take a nap before going to my first night of bunko…my hair hurts. I ended up cramming McDonalds in my face in hopes of a hangover cure….no such luck.

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24 hours after I stopped drinking.  My skin hurts.  I cannot touch my neck or shoulders or upper back without wincing.  That isn’t good it it?  Is it some weird parasite I picked up on BART or is it the hangover?

I just got home from my first bunko night.  The food was excellent.  I am sure the drinks were good, but I did not sample any of them, drinking tons of water instead.

But bunko?  Not for me.  I do not have the hand dexterity to roll dice over and over and over…my fingers get bored and stop working.   And THEN you have to count and make hash marks.  Way too much going on.