When you get your period for New Year's, you should really expect this kind of thing, I suppose....

• Lesson One - Say it with me....EAT before you drink. Got it? OK. I thought I understood this too. But. Yeah. Good times, good times.....

• Lesson Two - find a drink you like and stick with it. Mixing = bad
  


• Lesson Three - Do not EVER open a bottle of wine after completely disregarding rules one and two.
  
• Lesson Four - If you completely ignore rules one through three - at least don't chug the wine.
  
  
  Following these simple rules MAY keep you from falling down a flight of stairs at your boyfriend's house. Maybe. Not much more embarrassing than facing him on one side and his brother on the other with a broom and dustpan, cleaning up the wineglass that you...no...okay...I broke. Happy New Year....looks like it's gonna be a doozy.
  
  
  
  Found this nifty piece of journalism:
  

DrunkHangover Advice

The National Headache Foundation just sent over some handy hangover tips for the holiday
weekend:

• If you choose to drink alcohol, do so in moderation. (ha ha, good one!)

• Eat some honey. I have never heard of this, but apparently if you eat a little honey before you start drinking it does some kind of chem-y shit that’s helpful. Huh.

• Drink fluids containing minerals and salts. If you’re too weak from your hangover to do this yourself, con someone who tolerates you into flipping a boullion cube into some hot water. Drink it. It will replace some of the minerals (unfortunately brain cells are not minerals) your body is deprived of without making you want to throw up any more than you already do. Gatorade’s
good too. Or just do what I did in college and use Gatorade as your mixer. Genius!

• Drink a cup of coffee. First thing when you wake up.

• Take ibuprofen. Better than asprin.

• Alternate non-alcoholic beverages with alcoholic beverages. Yes, well, we can try, I suppose.

• Eat greasy food before consuming alcohol. Ew.

I prefer hangover advice that involves spooky breakfast drink recipes that call for clamato juice and such. What are your tried and true methods?

My personal favorite hangover helper? Greasy things and chocolate milk. Mmmmm.

*****By the way....if anyone is reading this that DOESN'T know me personally...a little info to fill in some blanks:

I broke up with The Wrong One finally. We hadn't had a relationship in ...well...ever, in hindsight. Although not loving the Dixie Chicks political stances/shoutouts/inappropriateness - I do have to hand this one to them. See the song - There's Your Trouble:

Should have been different, but

It wasn't different, was it

Same old story

Dear John and so long

Should have fit like a glove

Should have fit like a ring

Like a Diamond ring

Token of true Love

And later in the song - my advice to anyone that is in the position I was not too long ago:

Why don't you cash in your chips

Why don't you call in a loss

Not such a big loss

Chalk it up better luck

And I am now in a relationship with the big guy referred to several posts ago. I am happy to report that the butterflies are still there, and thriving. Thus far, he has put up with me completely shitfaced twice, and quitting smoking. (I have now been a nonsmoker for one month and one week, btw) I do solemnly swear to try to behave better more often. (Have no fear, I'm not shooting for a pair of wings, here...just less of an...ahem...embarrassment....lol) I am utterly and completely smitten with this man. In love, even.

Rehab Monday


Between the Dark Antler on Saturday from 3 - 1:00 AM, then the Golden Antler at 11:00 AM on Sunday, making a move back to the DA at 12:30...dear lord. No wonder I was asleep last night at 8, LOL. Woke up at 4:00 this morning with my boots still on. Least I had the good sense to leave early...for a change. The big snuggly one played a major part in my headspace. I know what I need to do. It's not about me and him...it's about the quality of life I can expect if I stay with this one. The anger and violence...it's only a matter of time.....

And it's been a long time since I had butterflies.

Leaving the past where it belongs

That's exactly what I'm doing. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't enjoying the game, but that's just what it is - a game. I've moved from the fantasy side of the whole thing to the reality - he's a bored married man, desperate to recapture a piece of us. Because I used to be so easy for him, he's just not accustomed to me playing (let alone BEING) hard to get. I really should have counted incoming phone calls. They're pretty regular, and I answer every 4th or 5th one. When I feel like it. Between the one Saturday morning and the three spread out over the course of yesterday - I suppose I'm due to pick one up. But I still don't feel like it.

Drunken fiasco Saturday - leads to another boy calling me. No, I didn't DO anything. However, I miss having a big, snuggly one. The one at home hates more about me than he likes, this I know. I suppose I wouldn't be playing games if I was happy there, would I? Can't do anything right at home, and keep getting more put off the more he yells at me. He doesn't know he's effectively shoving me into doing something stupid. Or does he?

It's a semi-true story, believe it or not...I made up a few things and there's some I forgot....


Yeah. Seems like it could be my theme song sometimes. I can't believe I haven't found time to update this since the camping fiasco. The psycho is still not talking to me - apparently Meatstick told her that I was jealous, blah blah blah...and she doesn't remember a damn thing. Whatever.

So, went back to the cowboy bar. Ug. One of our group hit the "other side" of the bar, and came back with the news that someone she had slept with dozens of times back in the day was on the other side. Dumbass me says "ok, gimme a name - I'll bet I hit that too"..and she did...and I did. Queen Dumbass me can't let it go...I have to seek Big Daddy out. Note to self - let sleeping dogs lie, lol. So I'm chatting it up with the guy I have done some of the most off-beat wonders with, while watching his wife sing. She came off stage thinking I was a random trying to pick him up, and promptly peed on her territory's perimeter. (however, having been in compromising positions with Big Daddy..I was not terribly intimidated) Wait...just in..when I woke up, I had a missed call. Guess who? Yeah. Absolutely. And he called back an hour later. Funny that...back in the day, he wouldn't call if my house was on fire. Two calls - one day. And damn if I don't think he's hotter than 12 yards of hell still. Anyhow, he wants me to have an affair...that's as clear as it gets. Can I meet him today? How's tomorrow? How long am I at darts on Tuesday? Jesus H. Christ. Should've said no...didn't say yes...still......

He reminded me of the great times....on a car in Dana's yard...up against Walter's house....the twin's bathroom floor....sigh....good times, good times...and how we got here from there - I'll never know.....

Woodstock meets PsychoPalooza

First off, let me tell you what a good guy the BF could be (this has been edited to reflect a bit more of the truth of my feelings here)..... No, really...lol. After driving almost three hours in the great monsoon of June 2006 and finally arriving where we were supposed to camp - I found him. Mind you - the ride, not finding him upon arrival, not knowing other people there...I was kinda..well...bitchy. Even when he told me he got us a room at a bed and breakfast for the weekend...hey..wait..umm...lemme stop bitching for a minute...did you say....BED? and...BREAKFAST? So I won't be cold, wet, or hungry? ALRIGHT! So, we settle in..and get to drinkin'! Turns out that 2 of the musicians at this music festival know my best drummer friend. One of them had actually wanted him to come up and play at it, but he couldn't do it. And the world gets smaller...

Friday night - uneventful. Long, buzzy, but uneventful. (Insert calm before the storm cliche here)

Saturday - Waking up with a mild hangover, greeted with a breakfast of blueberry pancakes and sausage. (I should mention, I hate pancakes. I hate sausage.)We head over to the festival site, where I had left CrazyBitch and her boyfriend - whom we'll call the Ripper. The Ripper felt the need to notify EVERY..SINGLE...PERSON there that he had done time. 1. They didn't care. 2. They were not impressed. 3. This is why when he was screaming that he was going to stab the guy who pissed on CB's truck - it didn't go over so well. But, I'm getting ahead of myself here....

Sooooo...with my liver Olympics in full swing lately, I decided we should get a keg. Easy enough here - not so much up in East BooFoo Maine. "Uh, you need to special order those"...."Nope, the BrewMaster is off today"....well hell! Eventually, we found one. After 2 hours of driving, stopping, asking, etc.

To be continued

* why this was never continued..... I don't talk to her anymore. I broke up with him. It seems like it would be more an excercise in painful history to discuss this weekend anymore. Suffice it to say that she hasn't spoken to me since then - and it's not particularly my fault. He and I were done before this ever happened...but neither of us would acknowledge it. *