Turkey Turkey Turkey
And not the country either...today is the day of the land locked fowl feast and I feel like complete shit.Oh yes, pour booze down my gullet, likely I am all fun and flashy (last night my bra wound up on the poker table...the boys were impressed, and Lloyd was pretty proud of the girls...they can carry them around) but the aftermath is a bitch.
Last night Lloyd played poker with the boys so I went out with Celeste & Lisa. Had a few martinis (like 3) at the Bistro, on top of the one that I had for supper, then went to the Sports Page to have a few drinks as well.
Oh top of that, came back to the house around One, made more martinis and then passed out about 2:38. Woke up at 5:23 and had such bad cotton mouth it wasn't even funny. I got up, let the girls out at 6:30 (as I didn't fall back asleep) ate a half of a old hard bun, went back to bed.
Laid there till about 7:30, got up went to the bathroom, took some drugs, went back to bed. Finally fell asleep around 8:30 or so and by 9:30 Lloyd was semi awake asking why Tom Dickson was drinking out of my martini glass last night at the Bistro. Hell if I know, he just came over, grabbed it, took a slurp, put it down and walked away. Not sure if he knew who I was or what but I just sat there stunned. Lloyd's rival, the man he calls the "Anti Christ" was drinking his wife's martini and lived to walk away. I think that was because we were one, getting ready to leave and two, I was on #4 by that point, I was starting not to care which of course at this very moment I am really regretting.
Tis was fun, hopefully I can feel human before 2pm as we are going for our own feast at the Kollings. I am glad that I am now not cooking but really wish I could stay home as I feel like someone stuffed a softball up my nose.
Oh yes, to be stupid.
Problem is that I am too damn stupid and will it again and again and again.
Least I didn't puke, yet.
posted by Deb @ 12:21 PM
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