I Repel Water…
June 29th, 2009In true Leanimal style, I went out Saturday night with a mission: to get as drunk as I could with spending as little as I could. You know what the result is? Being as sick as I could possibly be Sunday morning with throwing up as little as I could.
My streak is over. I threw up. Kind of upset about it really. In all honesty, I didn’t drink an exorbitant amount Saturday night. Well, no more then I usually do (maybe more then the general public but again, that’s normal). However, the lack of dinner proved to be detrimental on my balance & fight with Gravity. While I never actually fell down, the guidance of a few hands to hold me up were grateful. Wish those same hands were there to feed me my poutine as I found remnants on my white dress Sunday morning.
It all started out innocent enough, me along with 3 friends attended a Hampton themed white party. Actually found a hot white dress from Zara (after I had purchased 2 others. So why i don’t just go there first is beyond me) and we agreed: clear drinks. Clear drinks all night as we don’t want to spill on our white duds. Everything is going along swimingly. Even the rain stopped & the night proved to be gorgeous. It’s probably here where i went down hill. Little white wine here, several beers there… My friend & I decided that we should go back to my place and drink more vodka after the party (that’s all i have at my place). I heard your a-ha moment except that never materialized. While we were at fritz’s he got a text from his friend stating he was in a fight & he had to go bail him out. Suddenly I felt I was in university & was left alone with my fries which frankly is fine with me.
And everything is always OK while I’m in the store. Everything is fine while I’m walking on the sidewalk but it’s the cab. It’s in the cab where I become a clumsy mess. I don’t know if it’s because it’s a moving object or the bumps or the turns but I always spill on myself in a cab. Logic dictates that I should wait til I arrive home to eat but again it’s 2:30 am & I’m an illogical person.
So I arrive home, kick off my shoes, throw down my now empty cup & crash on the couch only to wake at 730am in my dress on the couch with a splitting headache. I may have moved geographic location (to my bed) but at 10 when i awoke again, the headache is epic. So in dire need to get healthy before kickboxing, I down 2 glasses of water & some ibuprofen. However, this is when madness ensues.
I’m spinning, I’m nauseous.. I’m begging for mercy only to have it come to head in my bathroom. Instantly, I felt better (nothing is worse then the build up to sickness) and I mercifully went back to sleep til about 1pm.
I was then thankful for his friend’s scrimmage as I probably needed vodka like a hole in the head but then I realized… it wasn’t the alcohol that made me sick.. it was……… water? I can’t hold down Water? Am I at a new low? I tested this theory out throughout the day. A coke made me woozy… a bellini cheered me up.
It’s official. I’m no longer Human. I’m 60% alcohol.