A Pre-Emptive Ass-Kicking ...
So remember all that talk a couple weeks ago about I think March may just kick my ass?
Well, I think it may well have, with a little help from me.
This week has been kinda off all week so far. Work-wise, Monday and Tuesday were mediocre to me (Tuesday a bit more so, only because I had to be up for an MRI appointment at 4:30 a.m., so my daily pattern was a bit screwy.)
But the pinnacle was last night, when we had a major screw-up on air and went to black for what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only about 30 seconds. In any case, it was not good, and by the end of work, I was ready to meet up with my friends at a bar down the street.
And MAN, was I ready to pound back a few rum-and-cokes to blot out the blunder. More so than I thought, as it turns out.
It started out calmly enough - I got to the bar, found my friends sitting in a big group at the back. Eventually I ordered my first drink, and also got an appetizer to stave off the hunger.
Well, the one drink multiplied into three, followed by a shot, my friend's unwanted drink, and I think another shot in between that.
By the time I left to go home, I think I may have committed the alcoholic equivalent of what happened to ol' Julius Caesar in 44 BCE.
I was SO sick on the way home - dry heaves, the whole nine yards. By the time I got inside my house, I just dropped my things everywhere, hurriedly changed into my jammies and curled up in a ball in my bed for about five hours.
Today was worse. I really didn't think I would actually make it to work. I felt like complete garbage, hoping, just praying someone would take one look at me and send me the hell home.
And I know I wasn't the only one. Some of my friends were in various phases of the same death we inflicted on ourselves the night before.
I was better by about 4 p.m., but I'm telling ya, I wouldn't be surprised if I never wanted to drink again after this. I honestly don't even know how I'm going to make it to the end of the week, which includes MORE parties to go to.
And now I am a COMPLETE believer in the Ides of March. If someone tells me at this time next year to "beware", I'm gonna duck and cover for a week.
Well, I think it may well have, with a little help from me.
This week has been kinda off all week so far. Work-wise, Monday and Tuesday were mediocre to me (Tuesday a bit more so, only because I had to be up for an MRI appointment at 4:30 a.m., so my daily pattern was a bit screwy.)
But the pinnacle was last night, when we had a major screw-up on air and went to black for what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only about 30 seconds. In any case, it was not good, and by the end of work, I was ready to meet up with my friends at a bar down the street.
And MAN, was I ready to pound back a few rum-and-cokes to blot out the blunder. More so than I thought, as it turns out.
It started out calmly enough - I got to the bar, found my friends sitting in a big group at the back. Eventually I ordered my first drink, and also got an appetizer to stave off the hunger.
Well, the one drink multiplied into three, followed by a shot, my friend's unwanted drink, and I think another shot in between that.
By the time I left to go home, I think I may have committed the alcoholic equivalent of what happened to ol' Julius Caesar in 44 BCE.
I was SO sick on the way home - dry heaves, the whole nine yards. By the time I got inside my house, I just dropped my things everywhere, hurriedly changed into my jammies and curled up in a ball in my bed for about five hours.
Today was worse. I really didn't think I would actually make it to work. I felt like complete garbage, hoping, just praying someone would take one look at me and send me the hell home.
And I know I wasn't the only one. Some of my friends were in various phases of the same death we inflicted on ourselves the night before.
I was better by about 4 p.m., but I'm telling ya, I wouldn't be surprised if I never wanted to drink again after this. I honestly don't even know how I'm going to make it to the end of the week, which includes MORE parties to go to.
And now I am a COMPLETE believer in the Ides of March. If someone tells me at this time next year to "beware", I'm gonna duck and cover for a week.
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