So after a trip to Centralia to chat with the in-laws, we gleefully headed towards Steve and Christine's Oktobarfest party. They have the very funnest group of friends. They also serve Jagermeister in the spirit of the festivities.
Jagermeister is nasty nasty business.
Jagermeister is what you give college girls to get them naked in approximately 40 minutes.
Brad (Valarie's husband) had already been cruising the shots prior to our arrival. Within five minutes, he was dragging me downstairs to the "Jagermeister Room."
Mistake number one.
Then he gave me some shots. We'll say....four shots. Over about 30 minutes.
Mistake number two.
Two mistakes were all that were needed to ensure another night sleeping on the cold bathroom floor because I was just too dizzy to lie in the bed. Like last year, Kevin got me a pillow and a blanket. About 5 am I crawled back into bed with the beginnings of a headache but significantly improved disposition overall.
Kevin and I slept off and on until 9 am.
"You will never let me do that again." I told my husband.
The rest of the weekend was beautifully calm. Kevin watched his new movie "Fast and Furious: Tokyo Drift" (thank God for allowance money) while I cleaned the house, cooked Navaho Stew, finished laundry, and walked the dogs. He's off at rehersal, I've got candles lit, and I'm trying not to interpret every body twinge. In the next couple of days, I should have more news.
Hopefully, it's good.
1 comment:
I smelled that stuff in high school and swore it off right then and there.
I'm glad you recovered. :)
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