Cheese With Your Whine?
9.18.2005
The four stages of drunkeness1. Tipsy
2. Buzzed
3. Duh-runk!
4. F'd up
Let me just say that I experienced stage 4 in all of it's splendor and glory last night. When we got to Stillwater, we went to Anna's dad's house. I was struck by how different things look as an adult compared to how they do as a teenager. I remember that house being HUGE. Now, this is not a tiny thing at all, but I remember the kitchen looking about the size of a football field. Ummm, not so much.
But I digress. We got there and chatted for a bit and then we went to her mom's house where we made plans for the evening. After much coaxing, I was convinced to leave Rylee with Anna's super sweet (even if somewhat ditzy) stepmom (just for the record, I do know her....and my mom worked with her for years, so she's not a stranger), so that we could go to the game as a group of adults. I had huge mommy guilt as we walked out the door. A phone call a few minutes later assured me that the punkin was indeed okay and happily playing with Jack, Anna's nephew. So I decided to enjoy myself. And that I did!
I have not been that drunk in a long time. We were lucky enough to get tickets in the club area and there were not one, but at least two full bars. Vodka press, anyone? Actually, I didn't get presses the first time. For those of you who don't know, a press is the vodka, Seven-up and soda. Don't feel badly if you don't know that because the bartenders made my first two with vodka, Segram's 7 and sprite. Not quite the same. After the game we hit a couple of bars on the strip and I had some beer, more vodka and I think we did at least one shot...it's all kind of blurry. We got back at about 2:00, and I was fortunate to crash in a luxurious bed that belongs to the stepmom.
I have never, NEVER been hungover. I guess that comes from drinking just vodka. Now the saying "Beer before liquor, never been sicker" has a whole new meaning. I puked my toes on Sunday morning. Fun, fun.
After we all got around we went to lunch at the best Mexican food place in the world. Yes, it's in Stillwater, USA. I crave that place. One of the guys who we used to go to school with showed up there. It's amazing what 8 years will do to the scrawny kid to who used to mack on my sister. He walks in, probably over 6 feet tall, dark skin, and buff. Katie, you maybe should have taken him up on his offer! ;-)
Then we headed home about 3:30. I was exhausted. I only made it to Guthrie before I had to stop in the Love's parking lot and take a 15 minute power nap. Rylee was sleeping, so I just pulled in and left the car running, doors locked and snoozed for a bit.
All in all, it was an awesome weekend. It's is so great to visit with someone you haven't really seen in 8 years and just pick up where you left off. Anna has a great family! An adorable little boy and a husband who is the most awesome (or was it amazing - or incredible?) guy I've ever met. (How's that, Shawn?) =D Actually, he was pretty cool. We got a picture of us and the kiddos, but again my computer is being a moron and won't connect to my camera thingy, so I'll have to try to get it off later. I just wish she lived closer.
It was so surreal to be back in Stillwater, at an OSU game, with Anna where we are now in our lives. It's funny how things work out. That place still sometimes gives me the eebie-jeebies. Being that close to the old life eeks me out sometimes. I was introduced as Cassy @#$!#$ (step-dad's last name). Ick. I wanted to scream, "That's not me, dammit!!!"
Oh, and for those of you keeping track who don't watch SportsCenter (do those people exist?), my Cowboys won! And the Sooners lost. Pretty much a perfect weekend, if you ask me.
Well, I still feel a bit hungover, so I'm going to take my tired self to bed.
Pokes win!
Sooners lose!
