I revoke my curse.
As it turns out, I'm not feeling all that bad this morning afternoon. Some extra sleep and a strict diet of Tylenol and water has left me feeling not as devastated as I had anticipated. My pride is still wounded. When your host takes away your wine goblet and pours your drink into a yellow, plastic, child's cup, it's hard not to be offended. Sure, the straw softened the blow, but still...
Just a little house-warming party, you said. No big deal, you said. As if I'll ever trust you two again.
I suppose I could shoulder a little of the blame. I knew what was coming. These river people - it's hard to escape them. The first time you look at your wrist watch and make motions to leave, someone is shoving a beer or wine glass, or in my case, a Sippy Cup in your hand and crying out, "C'mon...just one more. You've got time for one more!" And before you know it, you and your hostess are giggling out of control at the bottom of the staircase, clinking your pastel-colored cups together (she lost glass privileges as well), and making jokes that would offend everyone.
I made my escape around 2 a.m., when my hostess went upstairs to fix her contact lens. I waited for about five minutes, and when she still hadn't returned, I guessed she either went to bed, or was trying to throw up in the privacy of the master bath instead of the more public powder room just off the kitchen.
I got in my car and went home, avoiding the shortcut through the bean field. Can't say I wasn't tempted though.
I awoke feeling thirsty and sore. Enter water and Tylenol and shazam - I'm feeling a lot better. And The VP just took off with the boys to go swimming so I've got no one around to make me feel guilty for taking a nap. I'm not sure what more I could want - except perhaps a recording of my conversation with my hostess from last night. I think we came up with a great idea for a television series - something along the lines of Monty Python meets Brokeback Mountain. I'm not positive...the details are a little fuzzy.
Well, it's off to my nap and then my soccer game, where I'm confident I can hold off feeling nauseous until at least half time.
Thanks for a lovely evening, neighbors.
At noon, I was no longer cursing myself. The similar diet of Tylenol and water came to my rescue as well. Thanks for the entertaining evening! I'm looking forward to the first FLRP board meeting. Also, For the record, I did take my contacts out (and was not praying to the porcelain god), but the force coming from the bed was too strong for me to resist. Apologies for the unexpeced departure! If anyone does have a recording of the evening's festivities, I would pay good money to have the sole ownership of the tape. I would certainly need to review the contents before promptly destroying it or releasing abridged notes of the conversations. Aterall, speaking with a British accent doesn't come across well in notes, so what's the harm in cutting some details out before publication?
Posted by: Tiffany at September 11, 2006 07:55 AM