So because I am An Adult, I go out late and drink, and I come home under my own steam.
Getting home is something which often results in me encountering a variety of odd or confronting things.
For instance, Monday night, I was walking along, and had the bejesus scared out of me by a possum which ran across the footpath in front of me. Possums are in my opinion, mildly terrifying.
However last night I think tops even last week's experience of my bonding with the Brazilian bus driver.
Because I'm really mature and responsible, I decided mixing antibiotics with wine was a great idea. What normally wouldn't have made any impact, made enough of a hit to mean that not only on the ride home did I, through the power of my phone call into question someone's integrity because I am ever so slightly paranoid (and if you're reading this, I really am sorry, and I hope you can understand my crazy-person logic), but I had a little zone out at the precise moment I needed to be alert enough to realise I was passing the two stops closes to my house. I ended up a few kms away from him, late at night. However, it was all ok, because when one is slightly inebriated in my experience, time becomes compressed, so what was in reality probably at least a 20 minute walk, seemed like nothing at all.
I realised as I walked along, that I very possibly at a passing glance resembled a hooker, however I bravely struggled on towards home.
However, what freaked me out the most was the man walking his dog who (I think) attempted to talk to me, prompting me to walk even faster up my street. My paranoid and alcohol-affected mind envisaged this sinister man with his decidedly unsinister little dogie, following me as virtually ran towards my house.
Shockingly I managed to make it back home without being raped, kidnapped, murdered, accosted or anything even close, and the walk sobered me up a little. So I guess, win?
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
I really wish I weren't awake right now
It is a particularly cruel twist of fate that I woke up this morning just before 7 and was unable to get back to sleep.
I'd had minimal hours of sleep, and I had drunk just enough water that my brain wasn't telling me to commit suicide to end the fiery wrath that is a hangover - leaving me barely coherent and with a slight headache.
There is a particularly wonderful art to talking to parents when one is hungover I think. And when I say wonderful, I mean horribly sadistic and difficult.
However, now that I am An Adult I'm allowed to go out and drink and make stupid decisions (to a lesser degree). This morning I was treated to the 'you can't do this regularly on a uni night' lecture - something which if I were a parent, I would not give to my obviously slightly hung over 18-year old daughter. Then I (in my opinion) managed to conduct a conversation with my mother, where we both wisely skirted the issue of the specifics I had gotten up to last night, and I retreated to the space at the back of my head that was filled with gremlins poking me, that is until Mother asked me 'what did you drink last night?' disbelieving that I had drunk only cheap wine, and then informing me my eyes were red.
To be honest, this is a bit of a nothing post, but I thought it was a vaguely humorous story to tell - particularly as it's 8 in the morning, and because I'm in the mood to skirt responsibility a little, I've decided that my 10 am lecture is miss-able in favour of me finding some panadol and having a shower, and maybe seeing if I can find some of that fluid solution that apparently helps me put in contact lenses but may possibly remove the red glow that is apparently in my eyes right now-at least the red will bring out the green in my eyes?.
So I'm going to go and do that, now that I've had a little sit down, and written this woefully pointless blog, and I hope you enjoyed reading this, perhaps feeling pretty good you aren't me right now (in which case I'm clearly wonderful because I've made someone's day).
But let's think about what I have learned before I depart in search of eyedrops, or whatever:
1) Don't refill your wineglass when you still have wine in it - you lose count very fast of how much you've had to drink.
2) See 1.
3) I obviously didn't have a big enough waterglass by my bedside table
4) Getting home is so much more fun when you have a brazilian bus driver who you can chat to on the way (I think his name was like, Frederico - how awesome is that!!)
5) I'd say when you get home, take a nice big sleeping pill to keep you asleep, but I'm relatively sure that mixing sleeping pills and alcohol is not the way to go. So I'll go with more water.
6) I have damn good grammar even in this condition (and I'm sure The Husband will pounce all over my mistakes when he reads this)
I really hope my mother never reads this post...
I'd had minimal hours of sleep, and I had drunk just enough water that my brain wasn't telling me to commit suicide to end the fiery wrath that is a hangover - leaving me barely coherent and with a slight headache.
There is a particularly wonderful art to talking to parents when one is hungover I think. And when I say wonderful, I mean horribly sadistic and difficult.
However, now that I am An Adult I'm allowed to go out and drink and make stupid decisions (to a lesser degree). This morning I was treated to the 'you can't do this regularly on a uni night' lecture - something which if I were a parent, I would not give to my obviously slightly hung over 18-year old daughter. Then I (in my opinion) managed to conduct a conversation with my mother, where we both wisely skirted the issue of the specifics I had gotten up to last night, and I retreated to the space at the back of my head that was filled with gremlins poking me, that is until Mother asked me 'what did you drink last night?' disbelieving that I had drunk only cheap wine, and then informing me my eyes were red.
To be honest, this is a bit of a nothing post, but I thought it was a vaguely humorous story to tell - particularly as it's 8 in the morning, and because I'm in the mood to skirt responsibility a little, I've decided that my 10 am lecture is miss-able in favour of me finding some panadol and having a shower, and maybe seeing if I can find some of that fluid solution that apparently helps me put in contact lenses but may possibly remove the red glow that is apparently in my eyes right now-at least the red will bring out the green in my eyes?.
So I'm going to go and do that, now that I've had a little sit down, and written this woefully pointless blog, and I hope you enjoyed reading this, perhaps feeling pretty good you aren't me right now (in which case I'm clearly wonderful because I've made someone's day).
But let's think about what I have learned before I depart in search of eyedrops, or whatever:
1) Don't refill your wineglass when you still have wine in it - you lose count very fast of how much you've had to drink.
2) See 1.
3) I obviously didn't have a big enough waterglass by my bedside table
4) Getting home is so much more fun when you have a brazilian bus driver who you can chat to on the way (I think his name was like, Frederico - how awesome is that!!)
5) I'd say when you get home, take a nice big sleeping pill to keep you asleep, but I'm relatively sure that mixing sleeping pills and alcohol is not the way to go. So I'll go with more water.
6) I have damn good grammar even in this condition (and I'm sure The Husband will pounce all over my mistakes when he reads this)
I really hope my mother never reads this post...
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