There’s A Woodpecker In My Head
If it’s possible to die from a hangover then it will happen today. It doesn’t help that it’s a thousand degrees outside. Even my dogs look hungover.
Have you ever had Tuaca? Here’s the thing: I love to shoot it chilled. And I either consume it sparingly, or I drink it like I’m going down on a plane. Last night was not a “sparingly” night. Last night I was on a Cessna headed for a mountain.
I met up with my girl Becca after work and we were soon joined by several other girlfriends. Some of whom had been drinking since like 3 in the afternoon. I was in good company. We laughed, we drank and we laughed some more. Everything is funny when you’re drunk.
I ran into Scrubs and we bullshitted a little bit. Every time I see him I get flashbacks of our night together and I then have to get the hell away from him. I’m 85% sure that I’ll end up hooking up with him again at some point, though. I rarely deny myself good stuff in general, so I don’t see why I should put a ban on the goodness that is Scrubs. The guy’s got skills where it counts and I think I should benefit from that. Again. But for now, I’m behaving myself.
I never did make it home to hang out with my neighbor and his Cute Friend. I fully intended to, but I was having too much fun being out in the world. By the time I was done with that, it was very late and Neighbor was in bed. Maybe they’ll hang out again soon. I’m really hoping so.
I must go now and catch up on my blog reading, asprin taking and water drinking.
Peace and high quality H20.
