Well, my plans to be drunk all Christmas were a success. And by success, I mean failure. I don't know what got into my head that made me think it was a good idea to drink only alcohol for two days. And I did not entirely succeed at that.
Christmas Eve, I had other things to do. I had bought a 4-pack of 2-glass-sized bottles of Lambrusco, and I drank two of them on Saturday night. But with company over, I didn't want to get drunk. I had just enough to feel buzzy, but was still fully coherent and sane. Christmas day was a slightly different story. I woke up with about half a pot of coffee. But breakfast was accompanied by champagne and cranberry juice. Then I needed a nap, because I'd had a very poor night's sleep on the living room floor. I woke up around 2pm, and after another cup of coffee, I opened the Captain Morgan. Oh, Captain... You are my best frenemy... But I kept having Gatorade in between each drink. I didn't think throwing up before dinner was a good idea.
After dinner was another story, entirely. Art showed up. With Kracken. She knows exactly what happens when I drink rum. But I was a good little tiger. Really. I even kept my shirt on the whole time! I have no clue how last night happened, or why.
But as much as I want to ramble on about the crazy night I had last night... M?y tummy demands food and more Gatorade!
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