drunk

We got off work at 10, and headed to the bar with a couple coworkers. Bless the Hut with $3 drinks, for I am wasted. Ran a $40 tab, including the tip. Was convinced to sing "A Long December" with Alfonso and Marilynn during the evil karoke. Wheee. Alan sang a country song, the one with the line about friends in low places. It was fantastic and funny, and as I am drunk I will sleep now.

Stupid Washington, I can't believe we lost the bowl game. Dear gods above, how did that happen?

Oh drinking after I've only eaten two hotdogs is bad bad idea. Laaa. I was seeing double on the highway. Not a good sign.

Alan is singing show tunes in the bedroom and I am so inebriated I can barely type. Oh for once in my life I am looking forward to New Years. I love my life, regardless of momentary concerns. God I love my husband. I love my life.
If I can get my shoes off, I will go to bed with my lovely singing husband. Goodnight Livejournal, I love you all. Remind me when I'm hungover tomorrow.

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Perhaps one of these newfangled Livejournal commericals should be about the dangers of posting while drunk. Of course, then it might sound appealling.

On the bright side I only threw up twice, and my eternally patient husband took care of me. So I'm not as bad off as I could be, even though I spent two hours in the shower before braving the light of day.

If a) I was not so morbidly self conscious, b) I could sing and c) if I had not been quite so drunk last night I would have sung Russian pop at the evil karoke. They had two songs, and it would have been brilliantly funny to start in English and switch to Russian. Of course, I'm having a very bad moment and can not find my Russian pop cd right now.

I feel like hell. Sonic should really deliver, because the one thing that can cure me right now is a toaster sandwich.

another fine tradition

photo by Erik S. Lesser for the New York Times

North Carolina has the annual New Year's Eve Possum Drop. I suppose stranger things happen, but this article is downright hysterical. Though the SPCA woman was out of line saying it was better to kill a possum outright than to dangle it for New Years. Give me a break. Possums are scary little creatures if you ask me.

( If you read nothing else today, read this article. )

feeling sick makes me depressed I suppose

I have spent most of the last day of this year watching the clouds grow steadily more grey and less defined. My desk is at the end of the aisle, by the large plate glass windows. The flag poles are just out there a few feeet away. Someone has hung a Revolutionary War flag just beneath the American flag. All the receptionist knows is that it is supposed to be there but she has no clue why. It's chilly inside and out, as someone apparently turned on the AC instead of the heat today.

My friends are throwing a party, and I really should go. I don't want to go, mostly because I ache and I don't really like this holiday anyhow. The thought of alcohol just intensifies my headache. Days like New Year's Eve and the day before school starts always fill me with dread.

Everyone is leaving work early but me.
I just want to go home.

time to lay on the couch and read

About the only thing I've accomplished tonight is this new icon. Well that, and eating a pound of shrimp with Alan, watching Law & Order and drinking limeade. Not so bad really. Quieter even than last year, but I don't mind. We're practicing for when we're old.

The pie picture comes from the art of Wayne Thiebaud, who did oddly compelling pop art.