You in the game called life, how you livin'?

So, for those of you that have been waiting for a good story, I will not let you down. It has been both spoken and written, many times, that "ladies" do not vomit. I know this may come as a shock to ALL of you, but my status of a lady has been tarnished. It all started at what seemed to be a casual work gathering at a local bar. It was Casino Night, an attempt at boosting company moral through drinking and prizes... it is a fool proof plan that yeilds wonderous rewards. Last year, a co-worker, Troy, got so drunk that he berated his supervisor, before winning all the prizes containing alcohol and standing on the table screaming, "Am I the only sane person here? Cyndi Lauper is SO much better than Madonna!" It was a trainwreck that was SO great to watch, partly because it wasn't me and partly because it wasn't anyone in my department. So I went into the night with few expectations, hoping that at leaast one person would fly off the handle and do something completely embarrassing. It didn't work in my favor. I did manage to have a few beers and walk away with a prize (a bottle of bacardi and two glasses.. yeah!) I took a friend with me and neither of us had had dinner. (foreshadowing) WE finished out the night and headed to the West side where we were meeting up with friends. By this time I knew that I was in it for the night and that there was no graceful way to bow out. My friend had just returned from a year away and I wanted to celebrate his return. Apparently, we were late for the party. the guys we met up with were so drunk that standing was an option. They had been at a hockey game and been drinking for a good six hours. They're comments were very flattering, but after I had to peel the fourth guy off of me after a "Remember that time we.." story, I was ready to start on my wrists with a spork. I stood in the crowded bar talking to Korey's girlfriend (who is wonderful)and we talked about what girls talk about when they are clearly outnumbered. I was up for going downtown, where at least there is a better demographic of people to talk with. Nothing against the West side bars, but it seems like a better match for the 20-22 crowd and although a lady never tells her age, I am no longer in my binge drinking prime. So the guys who are unable to stand decide that they want to go to a bar called to DRINK which is a bar that I do not prefer. (think freshman year spring break in cancun) I am not snubbing, but I guess I am a bit certain about where I like to spend my time. I started to feel a little "not well" so I waited in the car. I will say at this point is has been three hours since I have had a drink- and before that, I had only had a few beers- the point is- no dinner. So I wait in the car as the friend I am with heads in to the bar where it is determined taht we will go and save the debauchery for another night when we all start on an even playing field.

I start driving and I start to sweat. I do not feel well, and know that I have to pull over. I already feel bad because my friend has just returned from being away for a year and he goes to meet up with friends and they pretty much are so wasted that they blow him off and here I am.... not feeling so sharp. I make it almost to the interstate and it comes. I say, " Look- I don't feel well, I am going to be sick, it's not going to be prettty- you are probably going to want to look the other way." At which time I pull over to a side street, open the door, and vomit all over the street. finished? no. no. no. I get out of the car and paint the street until i can see most of my pride and pretty much all of my dignity splashed accross the pavement of surburbia. If I could have, I would have melted into the puddle and waited for the attentive neighbor to wash me down the drain... but I had to drive home.. (allow me to remind you that I was sick from not eating and was not driving under the influence- I am past that tomfoolery) So back in the car, where my friend quietly rolled down the window to let some fresh air in. After a few minutes of quiet, I looked over, smiled, and said,"welcome home."

The night actually became much better after that. My friend and I were able to stay up and chat most of the evening, listen to great music, and tell stories about life, what it is, what it has been, and what we want it to be. all in all, I wouldn't ask for the night to go any other way. I did share that story because I want all of you to be rest assured that no matter what changes in my life, that at the end of the day, I am the girl that you love, that girl that will not attempt to hide the fact ath she will vomit on a street if given the opportunity.



Top five songs of the week:
High Life by Cypress Hill This song makes me want to roll with my windows down and my system up.

Brighter than Sunshine by Aqualung This is a feel good song taht makes my heart smile.

Fall to Pieces (acoustic) by Velvet revolver. Great song, even better acoustic.

Everlong by Foo Fighters Ryan has this version that is absolutely amazing- also acoustic.

Sorry by Madonna (New album)- and I like it. alot. It makes me want to push the furniture out of the room and DANCE.

As always, still in rotation for me is The Shins 'Chutes Too Narrow" album, which can turn my frown upside down.

Alright friends, I hope that you are well, I will have more to come soon- I haven't been much of a writer lately and it comes from the winter doldrums that lurk around the corner- and I apologize for not seeking entertainment to share with you. I am sure I will have tales of a dysfunctional holiday begining att the end of this week.

Take care of yourselves.
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