going out for drinks after work on a friday. generally, that is.
what is kind of a poor idea is going out for drinks after work on a friday and doing the following: 1) having three margaritas, two vodka tonics, one stoli madras, and one free rum-based shot-thingee from the bacardi promo guy 2) not really eating any dinner except some tortilla chips and guacamole, 3) staying out for five and a half hours, and 4) doing all of the above while conveniently forgetting that you have to get up early and help your friends move the next day.
sadly, i didn't receive the following newsflash from my biology until about 2:00 a.m.: you cannot drink like you did in college anymore. honestly. so stop trying. this unfortunate processing delay resulted in an awful night of sleep and a general feeling of zombie-like stupor upon rising. i was barely fit to lift my own two feet, never mind a couch.
but i survived, and luckily only had to do some light to moderate lifting in the process. and now it's a little after 1:00 p.m., and i've managed to eat an english muffin, half a bagel with cream cheese, and a salad, so i feel something resembling human again.
now i need another glass of water.