Last summer I asked my friend if she had managed to get her drink-on since the birth of her baby boy. She laughed, "Oh yeah, once. You will try once too. But just once."
So true, so true. Wednesday was my big trial run of acting like a 22 year old who is actually 35 with an infant and way too old to tie one on. What happened to my skills? I remember back in Stillwater when it was no big deal to drink until 3 am several nights a week and still manage to get to work by 10 am to sling some salsa into 100 plus ramekins, smile at some customers, make an easy $35 bucks, head to the Stonewall and do it all again. Hell, even five years ago I could stay up all night and recover in a day as long as I had the essentials: aspirin, water, fried foods, laffy taffy, cough drops and more water. I use to have the ability (rarely attempted mind you) to follow a strong night of fun with a little hair of the dog and keep on going. Of course such foolish action was reserved for tailgating, days at the lake, NYC, NO or trips to Summit County.
But I guess it is official, I'm old and drinking stupid amounts of beer and Colorado Bulldogs until sunrise, no matter how awesome the company, is dumb dumb dumb. I swear I could feel my kidneys hurt for a couple of days and it wasn't until today that I felt completely back to myself. That is a total of three days. Day one: huge ass hangover. Feel like hell. Wishing I would throw up, hoping for a three hour nap and needing a gallon of water. Day two: feeling sluggish but pretty sure I'm not going to die of an alcohol related death but not sure if I will throw up on the flight or not. Day three: feeling okay but still so very tired. Day four: normal. Finally normal.
And all this with an infant. Good god I'm stupid. Okay, okay. Lesson learned. I cannot binge drink. I am not 22 years old and hangovers now scare me.
At least I didn't wake up with a tiger in the bathroom.
P.S. - husband took one for the team and took good care of Sunny. Please, no need to call DHS. I was dumb, but not irresponsible.