Drunk Monday

Going to work hungover on Monday morning is not a good idea.

I went out to dinner last night to this bar/restaurant called Friends. It's in the city, and I love their grilled asparagus. I know, it's weird, but I do. I got there, and not one place on the menu did I see it. I ended up drinking two beers and eating 5 potstickers. The chef didn't really cook them right, but whatever. I just needed to eat something. I wish they had a good dessert. The only thing on the menu was cherry pie. Blech!

I was talking to the bartender about this other local bar that my old friend Diane hangs out now. We lost each other's numbers, but I figured I'd swing by and see if she was there. I was almost finished drinking my beer, and she and her bf showed up. Hip hip hooray. Of course, by now it's 10pm. She wanted me to stay for another beer, and I told her that I had to drive, and I didn't know if I should. I called Ryan to see if he was around, and he said he was. This other bar is about 4-5 blocks from his house. He was home, so I told him I'd swing by later because I didn't need to be driving all the way home. After two more beers with Diane, I had to go.

I checked my phone and MHS had called me 3 times asking me when I was coming over. I didn't get the message. Later he was mad that I didn't call him to go out with him. I always keep my phone in my purse, and I never hear it ringing. I finally showed up around midnight, and Ryan, MHS and their other buddy were watching something on tv. I was closing my eyes on the couch, so I have no idea what it was. Then, they started watching Lucky Louie (this weird/funny show). I was laughing at some points, and I didn't even know what was going on. I asked Ryan if I could stay over, and of course he said yes. :) Oh, here's a funny. In the middle of the night, I turned over and I felt something weird. I didn't know where I was, and I kept touching the weird thing. Then I opened my eyes, and realized I was poking Ryan in the head. I guess I thought I was at home. Oops. hee hee.

So, I stayed, woke up at 5a, got home, took a shower and some Advil, and went to work. I was so unproductive. I sat at my desk staring at a document that I wrote for about 2-3 hours. hee hee. At one point, I thought I was going to yak. I rushed to the bathroom and someone was in there, so I just stood in the stall for about a minute, and then left. I don't throw up in front of people. I'm better than that. After that scare, I finally made it back to my desk and drank some water and felt much better.

No more Sunday night hang outs with Diane. Friday and Saturday are cool, but Sunday is a no go. Now I'm starving and I still haven't had grilled asparagus.