It is true…I’m never drinking again…at least for the foreseeable future. I had my birthday celebration this past weekend & this gal drank a little too much. I probably would have been fine if I would have stayed away from the shots. I typically do stay away but there was just something about the evening that called for some shots.

We started the evening off at 7:00 at Johnny’s where when you order a drink, you get a drink. We’re talking mostly booze with a squirt of soda/juice. My drink of the evening – Screwdrivers. While at Johnny’s, I drank two Screwdrivers, played some Naked Photo Hunt, some foosball (which I really suck at) & talked remodeling with my friend, Chad (ha!). We then relocated to The Bar where I downed another Screwdriver & then bought a can of Chaluta (is that right?). I don’t believe that I finished that. Then the shots came – five all together.

At about midnight, it was time for me to get some air & then it all hit me like a frickin’ dump truck. Not just any truck, a dump truck. My sister, Melinda, & my friend, Jill, had to help me get into the vehicle. At one point, I do remember falling in a snow bank when I was brought back home. Melinda stayed with me & made sure that everything was okay. I was doing lots & lots of praying to the good ol’ Porcelain God.

It took me until about 2:00 yesterday afternoon to get my ass outta bed. I wasn’t feeling halfway decent until about 3:00. It was terrible. I can’t drink like I used to…I’m getting too old. :( So, no drinking for me. If I’m gonna be having beer, it will be of the root kind…

“Thank you, toilet bowl, for being so cool on the side.”