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Ugh. I had an awesome weekend, but I'm paying for it now. First the awesome.
Friday - weekly dinner with the parents, my pick of Lonestar. Mmmm steak, although I came thisclose to walking out and over to Baileys because they were out of the cider for their amaaaaazing cider margarita. If there had been a beer and wine store within walking distance, I would have gone to get it myself, that's how much I love that drink. But anyway, dinner was good and I was gonna have a movie night with Dad until Megan called. After some equivocating on my part, we went over to Bethesda to meet Matt and Jeff at some bar. It was pretty dull at first, given that it was a noisy sports bar and we were standing awkardly around, but then Jeff decided he wanted to dance so we went to a bar with DJ and a dancefloor. This was much better. The music was pretty sweet (he played the Fresh Prince theme, y'all). We all danced together dorkily, Megan danced with Matt while she made funny faces over his shoulder, I danced with some random guy in a gray sweater. The boys were without a ride home, so we took them back to their place and met the cats, then headed home around 3 am
Saturday - had to get up around 9 to take Dad to work so I could have my car. My shopping expedition (yes, another one) to Montgomery Mall was entirely unsuccessful; all I did was walk around touching things I couldn't afford and probably wouldn't fit into. And I fucking hate that food court, there are about half as many seats as are needed. When I got back, it was nearly time for Katie's birthday party. It wasn't a surprise exactly, but the number of people who came to the Greene Turtle were, I think. We drank and watched that weird ultimate fighting sport where it always looks like the guys are fucking, Meg snapping pictures all the while. It was meant to be an earlier night, but then we had girl talk back at the S. house (at the kitchen table while the boys were in the hot tub, wtf? At least the kitchen table had chocolate). So it was after 2 by the time I got home.
Sunday - FOOTBALL! The game was at 4, we parked around 12:30 for some good tailgating times. I drank three ciders in quick succession, but it actually wore off by the time the game started, which was no good. The unfortuante part of all this is twofold - I had a sore throat when I woke up, and I didn't dress warmly enough (especially considering my seat was waaay back under an overhang where the sun never shines). So I spent the whole first half with an obstructed view in a $29 seat that had cost four times that, clutching my three-button leather jacket across my chest. There was an empty seat in our regular section so I headed over there for the second half. I mean, it was awesome because they won (one time the Browns were down on our ONE YARD LINE and the defense held them off for SEVEN DOWNS straight) and we have such great seats, but I was cold for basically seven hours straight. And still cold on the way home because Dad wouldn't turn on the heat, and cold in the Giant parking lot because Mom had to run in to buy lunch meat. I got home in time to heat up some Campbells Homestyle Chicken Noodle and catch 'True Blood,' and meant to go straight to bed after that but ended up stupidly reading for another hour. And then I spent three hours tossing and turning, trying to catch some sleep with my horribly sore throat. I remember that my brain was obsessed with the idea of Obama somehow being involved in Connie Willis' time travel universe. Overall you couldn't really call it rest. I woke up around 2 because just breathing hurt my throat. I could only find the crappy Ludens coughdrops which didn't help, then debated taking some cough syrup. I decided not to, because a. it was the cough-specific kind, not the one with sore throat ease and b. I despise cough syrup. I managed to get maybe two hours of sleep after that, and another hour after my shower.
So basically, I feel like refried crap. I would have stayed home, except I'm not feverish or throwing up, and therefore not actually sick according to household rules. At least everyone's at a retreat so I haven't really had anything to do today. On the other hand, I have to take Metro/bus home because Dad went to the gym and OH MY GOD I NEED MY CAR BACK.
Does it make me sound like a drug addict if I say that I'm really looking forward to taking a good dose of Nyquil tonight? For serious, Nyquil-induced sleep is some of the sweetest rest I have ever had.
Friday - weekly dinner with the parents, my pick of Lonestar. Mmmm steak, although I came thisclose to walking out and over to Baileys because they were out of the cider for their amaaaaazing cider margarita. If there had been a beer and wine store within walking distance, I would have gone to get it myself, that's how much I love that drink. But anyway, dinner was good and I was gonna have a movie night with Dad until Megan called. After some equivocating on my part, we went over to Bethesda to meet Matt and Jeff at some bar. It was pretty dull at first, given that it was a noisy sports bar and we were standing awkardly around, but then Jeff decided he wanted to dance so we went to a bar with DJ and a dancefloor. This was much better. The music was pretty sweet (he played the Fresh Prince theme, y'all). We all danced together dorkily, Megan danced with Matt while she made funny faces over his shoulder, I danced with some random guy in a gray sweater. The boys were without a ride home, so we took them back to their place and met the cats, then headed home around 3 am
Saturday - had to get up around 9 to take Dad to work so I could have my car. My shopping expedition (yes, another one) to Montgomery Mall was entirely unsuccessful; all I did was walk around touching things I couldn't afford and probably wouldn't fit into. And I fucking hate that food court, there are about half as many seats as are needed. When I got back, it was nearly time for Katie's birthday party. It wasn't a surprise exactly, but the number of people who came to the Greene Turtle were, I think. We drank and watched that weird ultimate fighting sport where it always looks like the guys are fucking, Meg snapping pictures all the while. It was meant to be an earlier night, but then we had girl talk back at the S. house (at the kitchen table while the boys were in the hot tub, wtf? At least the kitchen table had chocolate). So it was after 2 by the time I got home.
Sunday - FOOTBALL! The game was at 4, we parked around 12:30 for some good tailgating times. I drank three ciders in quick succession, but it actually wore off by the time the game started, which was no good. The unfortuante part of all this is twofold - I had a sore throat when I woke up, and I didn't dress warmly enough (especially considering my seat was waaay back under an overhang where the sun never shines). So I spent the whole first half with an obstructed view in a $29 seat that had cost four times that, clutching my three-button leather jacket across my chest. There was an empty seat in our regular section so I headed over there for the second half. I mean, it was awesome because they won (one time the Browns were down on our ONE YARD LINE and the defense held them off for SEVEN DOWNS straight) and we have such great seats, but I was cold for basically seven hours straight. And still cold on the way home because Dad wouldn't turn on the heat, and cold in the Giant parking lot because Mom had to run in to buy lunch meat. I got home in time to heat up some Campbells Homestyle Chicken Noodle and catch 'True Blood,' and meant to go straight to bed after that but ended up stupidly reading for another hour. And then I spent three hours tossing and turning, trying to catch some sleep with my horribly sore throat. I remember that my brain was obsessed with the idea of Obama somehow being involved in Connie Willis' time travel universe. Overall you couldn't really call it rest. I woke up around 2 because just breathing hurt my throat. I could only find the crappy Ludens coughdrops which didn't help, then debated taking some cough syrup. I decided not to, because a. it was the cough-specific kind, not the one with sore throat ease and b. I despise cough syrup. I managed to get maybe two hours of sleep after that, and another hour after my shower.
So basically, I feel like refried crap. I would have stayed home, except I'm not feverish or throwing up, and therefore not actually sick according to household rules. At least everyone's at a retreat so I haven't really had anything to do today. On the other hand, I have to take Metro/bus home because Dad went to the gym and OH MY GOD I NEED MY CAR BACK.
Does it make me sound like a drug addict if I say that I'm really looking forward to taking a good dose of Nyquil tonight? For serious, Nyquil-induced sleep is some of the sweetest rest I have ever had.
groggy
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