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September 4, 2005
I just can't seem to drink you off my mind
warning: this post contains hooty pictures, TMI about my little tiny brain, and has precious little knitting content. (And please don't send me off to Betty Ford. I know this is going to sound like I need to dry out, but I've got it under control, I really do.)
So I've had a pretty suck-tastic week. So suck-tastic that Friday morning I found myself laying on the living room floor, crying so hard that it made a puddle. The sight of the puddle was so pathetic that it was briefy comical and it made me rush for the phone to call my doctor to see if she could give me something that would make me stop weeping so much that I was damaging the wood floor.
Anyway, she gave me some Atavan. I'd only had it once, when I had some teeth pulled, and BOY, did I like it. So I thought that was pretty cool. I took one and was able to mostly get through the rest of the day. Then later that night I was feeling really sucky again, and I took another Atavan with, of course, some wine. (Well, the label didn't say NOT to!)
So then Saturday morning I got up and I felt pretty okay. I was expecting a bit of a hangover, since the "some wine" was actually "a lot of wine". But I felt okay. However, there was a strange thing in my room. It was Rob's tuxedo shirt. I asked him if he knew anything about it, and he said he didn't. It was laying fairly neatly in the corner near my stacks of unread books. I had ABSOLUTELY NO recollection of having retrieved it from the garment bag where it usually lives.
So anyway, the rest of the day sucked colossally. I had a couple glasses of wine, and Rob made these really kickass carnitas tacos for dinner, so (since I was out of wine), I made myself my new favorite drinkie - Odwalla Summertime Lime, club soda and a splash of either tequila or vodka. Obviously I chose tequila. Oh, and an Atavan.
ANYWAY, strangeness followed. I woke up in the middle of the night and discovered that I was in bed with my pajamas and earrings on. I remedied the situation and went back to sleep. Later I woke up and reached for my glass of water, and was very surprised that the glass was full of my lime/club soda/tequila drinkie. And it gets weirder. This morning the phone rang at 10:30 and woke me up out of a very, very sound sleep. This is odd, because I deliberately don't keep the phone in my room. After grilling Rob, it turns out I'd gotten a phone call late at night and taken the phone upstairs with me. I have no recollection of this whatsoever. And then I found my pants and my bra in a strange (but tell-tale) place - on the stairs. While in the shower, I demanded a re-telling of the night's festivities. Apparently there were some, and I remember almost nothing. Oddly, however, I woke up entirely un-hungover. I was a little dizzy, but my head felt great.
After I showered, I tore downstairs and went through my sent-mail folders and discovered that I hadn't drunk e-mailed anybody. (Although I did find an AIM window that shed some light on the situation) My credit card was laying on the ottoman. I asked Rob what I'd bought, and he said it had something to do with the Flying Spaghetti Monster. I have no recollection of this. I'm just going to wait and be surprised.
And then I saw my camera on the couch. Rob said "I don't think you took any pictures last night." HA. Was he wrong.
Anyhow, that was that. We went out and were running errands, and then all of a sudden it hit me. When I'd had Atavan when I'd had my teeth pulled, I remembered the whole operation part, but I'd napped a little on the way home and afterwards remembered ABSOLUTELY nothing after leaving the dentist's office. Apparently it makes me forgetful. So that made me feel a little less like a junkie.
We went to Santana Row and poked around at Borders, then Rob nicely let me go into Anthropologie. I tried on a bunch of hoot-tastic shirts (I let Rob into the dressing room, but he was not much help in the choosing. I think he was traumatized by a dressing room as a small child.) Since I never rely on mirrors, I whipped out the camera to see if I thought a particular shirt was too hooty.
It was, so I bought it. Then we trucked on over to Tom and Gail's for the commuknity barbecue shindig, which was lots of fun. I didn't bring my knitting (because I'm mad at it), but Chloe and Nathania and Juanita all did. I took some pictures which I'll post later, but I will share this one of Chloe disguised as the Unaknitter (or was it Knitabomber?).
We had a really nice time at the party, and now we're home watching the Mariners. And I'm drinking lots and lots of water, just to make up for all the wine.
Comments
nice boobies..
Posted by: maryse at September 5, 2005 6:09 AM
That's definitely a hootie shirt... but you look very hot. I haven't had any good wine adventures for 5 1/2 months, so thanks for drinking my share :)
Posted by: Kris at September 5, 2005 10:38 AM
Anything for you, dearest!
Posted by: Kate at September 5, 2005 11:15 AM
I am also having Suckiest Week Ever, and worse yet i think next week is going to be even Suckier. How exactly did you get that Ativan, because I need some? I also have hardwood floors. I am so serious. This week is going to be the Week of Agony.
Posted by: SFKnitter at September 5, 2005 11:34 AM
Hehe, boobies, lots of boobies!
Many "tranquilizers" are also amnesiacs, specifically benzodiazepines such as Valium, Librium and Ativan. Doctors use them not only to sedate patients and make them more comfortable during procedures, but also because afterwards patients don't remember anything that happened! Plus some Valium derivatives are anesthetic, so they kill the pain, etc. GOOD stuff :).
Sidenote: I'm not an MD, don't trust anything I say :).
Posted by: grumperina at September 5, 2005 10:08 PM
boobie-licious. That is what you are! Your weekend reminds me of college....
Posted by: Grace at September 6, 2005 10:59 AM
Well hey if there's something you remember but don't want to admit, you can just blame it on the medicine.
Posted by: Rebekah at September 6, 2005 12:24 PM
My goodness, those are some BOOBIES!
Posted by: Madalyn at September 8, 2005 6:28 PM