country bar
i went running, treadmill style, today... and i'm thinking it wasn't the brightest of ideas. just a mile. a little bitty mile. the first running i've done since the MARATHON (holy bleep. its been forever)... but now my arse... my ARSE.
strangely, half punching/slapping my own butt seems to help!!?!
somehow i dont think that will go over well at the bar though.... perhaps some ibuprofen is in order. (yeah. some ibuprofen and alcohol? perhaps not)
oy. serious. and thing is, i dont know if its from all the biking/rowing i've been doing lately (cuz actually my quads and hams have been sore all day...even before the run), or if its from my very short-even took a small walk break-mile on the tread today?!
i dunno... but i'm going out, dang-it.... to a country bar (that i've never been to, but can't wait because....) because.... there's a mechanical bull. !!!!!! how hysterical would it be to ride the bull?
i gotta ride the bull. if the bull is on... i may very well ride the bull.
ugh. i'm gunna be so hung over tomorrow..........!
******************* edit
oooouuuugggghhhheeeerrrrllll.... alcohol is stupid. drinking a lot of alcohol is stupid. i am stupid.
uuuuugghhh. i have a headache the size of texas. this is dumb. so is waking up at 9:00 am when you only went to bed at 4:30..ish.
you know whats not dumb?!! meeting cute boys.......... that live in your building.........that got/gave you their/your number....... that like to dance........... at country bars (hmm...) and OH NO!!!!! i forgot all about the mechanical bull!! dang-it. the bull....oooh the bull, you evaded me.
but its not my fault. this bar was HUGE. i never thought this place would be so huge.... or that i would enjoy line-dancing so much!! (well. line watching as i stumbled around to try to figure out what the hell people were doing-- spinning, stomping, kicking... daaaaamn i was a disaster on the dancefloor. it was hysterical.)
oooh. but ohhh, my head. my HEAD!!!
alcohol is stupid. drinking a lot of alcohol is stupid. i am stupid...........
Comments
DATE: 9:09 AM
Reap it! See what happens?And good to hear you met guys who like to dance. Enjoy it because once you marry us, we never dance again. Ever.
Posted by: Viper | July 4, 2006 8:03 PM
DATE: 7:18 PM
Haha... I'm sure you'll find some volunteers at the bar willing to smack your arse for ya :) Love the new blog header! Nice job! Glad your back to running... even if only a "little bitty mile".
Posted by: Tammy | July 4, 2006 8:03 PM
DATE: 10:05 AM
Wow, I've always wanted to ride a mechanical bull. Unfortunately, southern Michigan is a cultural abyss when it comes to good down-home fun (they're more into slam poetry and war protests here -- not that there's anything wrong with that!) Sounds like you had fun...yay for meeting cute boys!
Posted by: toughcookie7 | July 4, 2006 8:03 PM
DATE: 9:55 AM
what a bunch of bull!admit it! you are only trying to use cute guys and copious amounts of alcohol as an excuse -- 'cause you were really scared of the mechanical monster...i know i am. us metrosexuals can't risk breaking a nail...
Posted by: Bolder | July 4, 2006 8:03 PM
DATE: 2:52 PM
Nice new look:) Hope the head is better now. Bread and lots of sleep--it's the only answer.
Posted by: susie | July 4, 2006 8:03 PM
DATE: 12:50 PM
You might want to read up on piriformis syndrome, once your hangover subsides.http://orthopedics.about.com/cs/sprainsstrains/a/piriformis.htmAnd then call up those nice boys who like to dance and see if they can recommend a good physio?
Posted by: Karen in Calgary | July 4, 2006 8:03 PM
DATE: 11:35 AM
i had the same problem on Friday. I'm 5 ft 1. I can not drink an entire bottle of wine. i should stop doing it.riding a mechanical bull is a good time, but would definitely make your hangover worse.
Posted by: Running from my House | July 4, 2006 8:03 PM
DATE: 2:20 AM
Oh, country bars, line dancing and lot of alcohol = big head in morning. Of course we know this now don't we ;-)In a way getting bombed at the bar is a lot like running a marathon. You cross the finish and say never again, then you go out and do it again. And again,...
Posted by: Jack | July 4, 2006 8:03 PM
DATE: 5:53 PM
i love the new look of your blog. i've VOWED to change mine from generic boring to something, anything...oh and next time you've GOT to hit up the bull. maybe it's cause i've got a soft place in my heart for "Urban Cowboy" (in love with travolta) but it's fun as can be
Posted by: partyrunner | July 4, 2006 8:03 PM
DATE: 5:07 PM
I always wanted to know if "beer goggles" worked on women too...
Posted by: Danny | July 4, 2006 8:03 PM
DATE: 1:13 PM
Heh,heh. I was going to make a rude joke about meeting cute boys and riding a bull, but you have a hangover, so I won't.Go get some sleep. :)
Posted by: Jon in Michigan | July 4, 2006 8:03 PM
DATE: 12:27 PM
Alcohol can make a sore arse feel quite good; especially if you can hook a cute boy to work on it for you. Probably better than what that bull would have done. Can you imagine? Cute boys everywhere. Drunk on alcohol. Getting thrown by a mechanical bull. Onto your sore arse? Embarrassing and painful.I'd chalk that up as dodging a nasty one.Good luck with the neighbor ;).
Posted by: David | July 4, 2006 8:03 PM