Gone are the days that I can party like Keith Richards, and still manage to ace a final exam the next day. I’m facing some harsh reality here, people. Some sympathy would be nice. I can’t even party like the high school chess club, and find myself able to claw my way out of bed the next day. Or even two days later. What’s happened to me? And to any of you perky little bitches who still get carded, and are thinking about answering that, I will find you. And I’ll have my friend, Rica hurt you. (You’re welcome, Rica.)
My hubs and I took our daughter to Santa Barbara this past weekend for their last soccer tournament of the season. The fact that we were away from home, made it imperative for some of the parents to get together and trash the pool in true rock star fashion. Alright, I’m totally lying. But we did have an old guy giving us the stink eye from his poolside balcony. That’s close enough to rock star for me. We were so badass that we closed the place. At 9pm. After cleaning up and putting the chairs away. I see you nodding. Total rock star, right?
In hindsight, I felt bad. I’m sure all the noise was a downer for the old guy. He’d probably popped a Cialis and was ready to roll. That, however was not our problem. The kids were having fun. And we were checking the pool occasionally to be sure no one was floating face down.
We were 146 miles from home, I had a full cup of beer, a pool half-full of kids, it was dark, and Fred was wearing sunglasses. We were going to party like John Belushi, til 9pm. If it killed us.
I was moving preTTy slowly Sunday morning. The only momentary burst of energy came from my unfortunate walk through a large web. This spurred some sweet dance moves, that probably looked like I had a cracked-out spider monkey riding my face like a little pony. Between that and my big night, I was wiped out for the rest of the day. Fortunately our games didn’t start until 1pm. We all dragged our bad selves to the field, gave one another silent looks of solidarity and quietly watched our girls hand the other team their asses. I don’t mean to say there was no cheering for our kids. We were proud… in a shhhhh please talk quietly it was a fun night last night sort of way.
Payback is hell. If Cialis dude could have seen me yesterday morning, two days after my two-drink binge, he would have had the last laugh. Perhaps it was the fact that I was sitting in the sun, watching soccer for two days, on top of our Saturday night “rager,” that caused my Monday morning to present such a challenge. Whatever it was, even today, I’m still wiped out. I’m going to blame it on the June-gloom weather. I’m pooped. I’d be totally screwed if I’d had to take a final today.
I almost hope I’m coming down with something, so I have an excuse for being so worthless. Hopefully tomorrow is better.
I didn’t even drink and I am still worn out and it’s Friday. Bright side I get to sleep in tomorrow and there is not soccer