Hung Over and Over It
I made it back from Colorado and the B-Party in one piece, but just barely. I would like to give you a synopsis of last Thursday, Friday and Saturday in three separate entries.
Thursday, August 18th:
Since I was flying to Colorado for the weekend, my husband thought it would be a good idea to invite his two brothers out to San Diego for the weekend. I work literally two minutes from the airport and I picked up Brother #1 at the airport at 2:00pm, but before I did this, I dropped off a friend who was flying to Maryland. I had the brilliant thought that I needed to send her off in style. So I bought three little hotel liquor bottles and a diet 7-up. I peer pressured her into drinking two of the bottles before she got on the plane. Being the good friend I am, I drank one with her.
So, I pick up Brother #1 and proceed to head down to the beach to go surfing. Of course, I need to make a liquor store run before going. I slammed two 16 ounce Miller Lites and hop into the ocean with my surf board. No big deal right?
After 30 minutes or so I get out, drink another beer and decide it's a good idea to go for a run... a 5 mile run. The idea is extremely odd in the first place, but that's not the end of it. In S.D. there is a boardwalk that everybody uses to walk, run, rollerblade, bike, etc., and I went running at the time that every Tom, Dick and Harry are exercising.
Then, I just started screaming at people. I thought I am the cheerleader of the boardwalk. Anybody who looks like they are going to break a sweat, I give them a "Good job!" or "Keep it up!" I even pushed the envelope more by yelling at a black lady, "You go sister! That's what I'm talking about!" Seriously, I yelled some words of encouragement to everybody I saw.
At the halfway mark I needed to hydrate myself. I spotted some guys drinking domestic lite beers. Perfect! I slam a beer like my life depends on it and finish off my run, but don't worry, I still kept screaming at everybody that I went by.
It's not over yet.
Finally, I'm back at the beach and I rip off my sweaty running clothes and change into my swim suit. Like a maniac I down two more Miller Lites and run into the water and swam for an hour.
What's up psycho?
Thursday, August 18th:
Since I was flying to Colorado for the weekend, my husband thought it would be a good idea to invite his two brothers out to San Diego for the weekend. I work literally two minutes from the airport and I picked up Brother #1 at the airport at 2:00pm, but before I did this, I dropped off a friend who was flying to Maryland. I had the brilliant thought that I needed to send her off in style. So I bought three little hotel liquor bottles and a diet 7-up. I peer pressured her into drinking two of the bottles before she got on the plane. Being the good friend I am, I drank one with her.
So, I pick up Brother #1 and proceed to head down to the beach to go surfing. Of course, I need to make a liquor store run before going. I slammed two 16 ounce Miller Lites and hop into the ocean with my surf board. No big deal right?
After 30 minutes or so I get out, drink another beer and decide it's a good idea to go for a run... a 5 mile run. The idea is extremely odd in the first place, but that's not the end of it. In S.D. there is a boardwalk that everybody uses to walk, run, rollerblade, bike, etc., and I went running at the time that every Tom, Dick and Harry are exercising.
Then, I just started screaming at people. I thought I am the cheerleader of the boardwalk. Anybody who looks like they are going to break a sweat, I give them a "Good job!" or "Keep it up!" I even pushed the envelope more by yelling at a black lady, "You go sister! That's what I'm talking about!" Seriously, I yelled some words of encouragement to everybody I saw.
At the halfway mark I needed to hydrate myself. I spotted some guys drinking domestic lite beers. Perfect! I slam a beer like my life depends on it and finish off my run, but don't worry, I still kept screaming at everybody that I went by.
It's not over yet.
Finally, I'm back at the beach and I rip off my sweaty running clothes and change into my swim suit. Like a maniac I down two more Miller Lites and run into the water and swam for an hour.
What's up psycho?
posted by Martha | 2:18 PM
1 Comments:
You are nuts...you are such a classic peer pressurer when it comes to drinking. Is it legal to drink on the beach in SD? In LA, it wasn't.
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