Time for another status check!
Job interview: over
Location of job interview: found
Circular route throughout downtown Brooklyn: traveled, amidst much screeching and frantic phone calls by me to G and to Some Guy, without whom I would probably still be driving back and forth through a bunch of redundant Brooklyn streets, surrounded by way too many cops, trying to avoid being forced onto the Brooklyn Bridge by a mysterious assortment of lanes that suddenly and without warning become “exit only”
Fellowship application: sent
Grandmother’s kneecap: broken (not by me)
Message for mother to find out what is going on with grandmother: left
Gift for bat mitzvah girl: STILL NOT HERE (?!)
Outing to celebrate an excellent achievement by a friend from shul: attended, last night
Two glasses of something far too alcoholic: consumed, last night
Horrific hangover headache: finally starting to fade now that it’s almost 4 PM
It’s sort of exciting, you know? I’ve never had a hangover before. I feel like I’ve “made it.” And yes, I do get a hangover from drinking two glasses of whatever-the-goober that was. Nobody believes how easily I get buzzy, but it’s true. I’ve NEVER been able to hold my liquor, ever. My alcohol tolerance is approximately negative 1000. I get a tingly sensation in my blood from drinking five sips of kiddush wine, for heaven’s sake, and those two glasses of Stuff were consumed on an empty stomach.
Baruch Hashem, I’m pretty sure I managed to behave myself, but it wasn’t easy. I don’t know if my three companions had any idea of how drunk I actually was. Luckily, the other part of my brain was able to work at ten times capacity, checking and triple-checking every syllable before I let it leave my mouth. At one point I surreptitiously texted G for help, and it did keep me focused, but when we stood up to leave the table I almost fell down. Nobody saw (I don’t think), but I was terrified I wasn’t going to be able to walk to the car, and (no offense but) I wasn’t much interested in having any of my companions carry me. Heh.
In any case, it was an occasion well worth celebrating, and I had a great time, and I’m glad we did it. We might be doing it again some time soon, but I think I’m going to have to order a diet Coke.
So now, after a productive day of first not being able to move my head, and then enjoying a breakfast date with my best buddy TBS, and then not being able to move my head, and then lying on the couch absently striking computer keys while not being able to move my head, it’s about to be time for our annual backyard barbecue with G’s students. I’d clean the rodent cages first, but I’m not sure if I can move my head. We may need to ask G’s students to bring my seven hamburgers in here, and hopefully, none of the students will have a sense of smell. Because even though I just cleaned them a few days ago, I’m pretty sure those cages stink.
Time to go rest my head. Adios.
As the friend celebrated with (see no one knows so a secret can be kept by some better than someone else’s husband), I started to think that you were “feeling it” but didn’t want to say anything. You told me that you couldn’t hold ur drink and were surprised to see that both of our companions talked us both into a second drink.
I think if you would have not been able to walk back to the car, I think the driver would have obliged to come to meet us in front, but the driver’s parental unit might have not let you forget it.
So now we both know when all is said and done either, we do dinner and forget this drinking business, have one each (becuase I had a buzz, with a hard time falling asleep and then didn’t get up at a decent time this AM, passing out on the couch in the middle of the TV show I was watching at the Driver’s house when we got back) or just hang out a smile like fools!
But, congrats on a cover up job well done! To think next time we listen to companion #4 and go to The Village, you’ll fit right in! (ok, low blow but it was funny, at least I thought so) But, thanks again for a fun night last nite, hope it was all worth it in the end.
Boy, sounds like an interesting nite, last nite. Can’t top the post before by the friend. Wonder who it was? But I have to ask what happened to your grandmother that she broke her kneecap… I don’t think she was hanging out with Bat Mitzvah girl’s brother…