Recovery Day.
Friday evening several of the Usual Suspects attended a very nice wedding, which featured an extended cocktail hour and two open bars throughout the evening. Definitely right down our alley. Several of us enjoyed more than our fair share of potato squeezin’s (vodka) and spent a good deal of time raising hell on the dance floor.
The following day, just about everyone rallied for the first of a string of summer days on The Deck (courtesy of Ken the Anal and his wife, Kathy). Just about all the Usual Suspects came bearing something to eat and a large bottle of vodka. The drinking and bobbing about in the pool commenced in the afternoon and went well into the evening. I again heartily challenged my liver with libations, lots of libations.
Because of back to back bouts of revelry, this morning I felt like warmed over shit a bit under the weather. I forced myself to do my morning walk, albeit a bit shorter and slower than usual. I thought that, once I got started, I would feel better as the toxins worked their way out of my system. Wrong. I remained toxic and oxygen starved for the entire ordeal.
After the march of death, I decided to prove to myself that I would not let my self-induced toxicity keep me from doing something productive. Therefore, I headed out in the backyard to get down on all fours (not easy today) and pick weeds from the small patch of ground, filled with hundreds of dollars worth of topsoil in which nothing grows except farookin’ weeds garden. After a painful hour in the hot sun and dirt, I had made some progress, in that I was now too sore and exhausted to pay much attention to how shitty I still felt.
Finally, after a long, hot shower and a big lunch (hangovers must be fed), I am beginning to feel human again.
I plan on spending the rest of the day doing a bit of reading and wondering what will happen on Deadwood tonight. I will also give some thought as to whether I should be writing blogs as thoroughly uninteresting and un-funny as this one is.
..hangovers are definitely unfunny…. but, tales of the Usual Suspects are always appreciated..
..as an aside, any bets on how many times “cocksucker” will be uttered on Deadwood tonight?.. that’s one rude show, man … not one to be drinking Martinis while watching…
Comment by Eric — June 13, 2004 @ 8:09 pm
If you stop giving out tales about the Usual Suspects, I won’t have any fun on the weekends… Do I lead a boring life or what! *G* Sorry you’re finding it a bit slow working the excess fermented potatoes out of your system.
Comment by Teresa — June 13, 2004 @ 9:01 pm
Oh but Jim, it is funny! Especially after my trip to Miami. I feel your pain, believe me I do!!
Glad you feel a bit better!
Comment by Tammi — June 13, 2004 @ 9:06 pm
I love these stories because I can relate to them. I was at a wedding just two weeks ago which involved an open bar; this was the first time I had ever seen such a gorgeous sight! After drinking six or seven of what were generously called cosmopolitans (albeit with a rather huge alcohol content) I was dancing in a fashion that I am sure could only be described as frightening. The hangover was miraculously mild — nothing a huge brunch couldn’t handle.
Keep the stories of the Usual Suspects coming, Jim. They are always appreciated!
Comment by Auskunft — June 14, 2004 @ 10:52 am