Drugs and alcohol, they don't mix anymore?
Well they didn't on Saturday. Taking my new zippity pills for back pain and inflammation and such, I was ready and rarin' as we went to the Braves game. Had a couple of beers. Then to the Sig Ot's mothers retirement dinner. Had wine there.
Yeah, I was pretty much about to pass out.
So I never made it to Grl E's soiree exactly after the dinner. Sorry! (and if you're Grl E reading this I have something for you, so let's meet up this week!)
That and I think I blew an artery at dinner. It was a Brazilian place where a bunch of guys walk around with skewers of anything you can kill and grill and eat (what a name for a restaurant! Kill, grill and eat!) And it's one after another until you have a plate piled up sky high and you can't remember what is what. And half of it was covered with bacon. It was a carnivore orgy. Wow. But I have an artery to spare, you have four right?
(warning, warning archaic, retro reference coming up, warning) And then about 8 I crashed like Skylab.
But I guess strong pills, alcohol, hours in the sun and driving, and more red meat than you normally eat in a year will do that to you.
I think I am still recovering from all that. And I'm sore. How can you get sore from sitting?
Obviously I also need pills for soreness.
Where's that doctor when I need her?