Here's a Don't
Posted
Monday, August 27, 2007 10:39 AM
I met four friends/family on Saturday night at this little sophisticated lounge called The Therapy Cafe. They have these amazing mango martinis. I had two. I told my cousin that one more martini and I'd have to call my husband to come pick me up. The conversation was just flowing, the music was good, the lighting was inviting...great place (although a little classy for me, but I was wearing heels for the first time in like three years, so I think I actually fit in).
Then, I'm laughing with my cousin and she suddenly stops to stare at this guy leaning on the bar near our table. So then I stare. I'm like, "That looks a lot like my husband." Then he smiled and I realized it was my husband! Then we girls just bust out laughing because we were all staring at him wondering what creepy man was checking us out, but I guess he had been there for like 5 minutes waiting for one of us to notice him. We clearly weren't on our best observant behaviors. I said, "Perfect, I just said I would need a ride home if I got one more drink. So be a darling and get me another drink."
So he had to drive my precious butt home that night. But because he's such an amazing husband, he sat at the bar and chatted with the bartender rather than sitting with us obnoxious girls and crashing our party. He's so thoughtful sometimes (that, or he just really didn't feel like dealing with four retarded girls who had too much to drink!) And he even paid for my ridiculously high tab (martinis aren't cheap in classy lounges) because he had won some money playing cards with his buddies that night. So nice of him.
Those are all "do's." Here's the don't:
Do not go to sleep drunk, like I did, and not move all night. I woke up around 8 am still in the same position I passed out in (with my pants unzipped and unbuttoned, but still on...can't explain that one), and I was in so much pain! I couldn't lift my head, twist my body, nothing. It's not just like I slept on my neck wrong, it's as if I pulled a muscle all the way down my back. So when I finally rolled out of bed at 11 am, with the help of my husband of course, I realized it was not going to be an easy day. I was hurting. So, word of advice, no matter how drunk you are when you pass out, make sure you switch positions at some point during the night. You won't regret it.
I mean, as I chilled poolside for two hours that afternoon, I could barely stand the pain from trying to pull my lazy ass up off the ground to get in the pool. Ruining a pool day - definitely a "don't."