Dear Tequila -
You are not my friend.
I do not like you.
Not even a little bit.
Not at all.
Please refrain from joining me in the
future.
Thank you.
Last night I went to Casa Ole to watch the football game and enjoy a rita or two.
Apparently the bartender who made the house ritas that evening wanted to get rid of the tequila fast. After three ritas I am typically ok. Last night I was wasted.
And this morning everything hurts.
How is it that I can make a complete idiot out of myself in a matter of one night? Oh right, alcohol.
I need a babysitter when I get intoxicated, seriously.
Why you ask? Well let me tell you all the good decisions I made last night thanks to
- I chatted up some 40 something guy with a 1985 hairstyle. From Oklahoma.
- I twittered & used facebook, I cannot believe the things I wrote.
- I decided I wanted to smoke. (This is how I know I am very drunk any time I am drinking.)
So since I wanted to smoke, I ended my fun at Casa Ole and drove to the Shell station in my neighborhood, bought really expensive cigarettes, drove myself home, and sat in my car and smoked TWO ciggs.
This is a very intelligent choice for someone who's been battling bronchitis for a month.
- Did you catch the part where I drove? I hate myself for that btw.
So I woke up at 4am, coughing up a lung, still a little drunk, thirsty and a little confused.
I cannot get the taste of smoke out of my mouth. No amount of toothpaste and mouthwash will make it go away.
I found my things in interesting places this morning too. As if I had setup a scavenger hunt up for myself. That's always fun at 6am when hungover.
So, here's to it being Friday! And to the Gator's stomping them sooners!
***edit - I made the best of twitter last night according to musicfest live & I'm not even in steamboat. Yay me!
http://musicfog.typepad.com/themusicfestlive/2009/01/musicfest-day-4-best-of-twitter.html
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