Unfortunately, I can now say I’m a puker. That the streak is over. It isn’t like I’ve never been sick before but I REALLY have to over do it in completly irrational way for me to get sick. (yes, i’m talking about drinking). What else would a mid 30ish woman be referring to? After all, I’m the beacon of maturity & smart decisions.
On Friday it was my birthday (Happy Birthday Animal), and I had a party at Shebeen which is a whisky tasting room at the Irish Heather. Was a fun little party & turn out. However, not much in the way of variety of drinks. No Jager, no tequila (thank god), no vodka. Beer & whisky… (wine yes) but it was go time.
k-dog bought me a JD shooter w/ a coke back earlier in the evening. Little gross but however, the coke was there to chase away any ewiness. The thing is I like scotch. I even like Jack Daniels but I sip it. These are sipping drinks. You get some ice or water, let it dilute and you sip. So needless to say when KLZ bought me a shooter, it didn’t go over well.
KLZ turned me on to banana jags (insert song here). She usually has great taste so when KLZ bought me a shooter, I drank said shooter. However, rather then enjoy it or even go to the normal extreme where I have a conversation with myself. I beelined it straight for the patio & threw up.
At this point, I wasn’t thinking anymore, I just walked back into the room. I saw KLZ, I looked down at the table and there was a lemon so I picked it up & beaned it at her head. (this is what normal people do)
Both of us were stunned. She looked at me & asked: Did you just throw a lemon at me?
(I still don’t know why there was a lemon sitting on the table)
I said yes. She shrugged & said ‘ok, I deserved that’.
The next day she asked me again, why I threw a lemon at her head. I pointed out that she made me throw up… her head was incidental. Sometimes, icing falls easily onto the cake.
I agree, I should grow up at some point in my life, but then what fun would that be?