onepinkfuzzy

(Don't say I didn't warn you.)

I suppose getting drunker than I have in eight years while sick with a wicked cold isn't exactly the best idea. Five red-headed sluts (minus the cranberry juice) along with one (disgusting) lime jello shot and one tequila shot added up to one drunk Angie last night at a hot tub party held in honor of a friend who is leaving to visit her family in Germany for the next three or four months. No vomiting, for which I was grateful. When I was 21, I experienced a horrible night when I got smashing, pass-out-and-then-wake-up-in-a-puddle-of-vomit drunk by sharing a bottle of Aftershock with my brother-in-law, and since then, I generally only drink two to three beers any one night and I stay the hell away from shots! (Well, except for last night.)

I woke up with no hangover (I'm grateful to my friends for making me drink water throughout the night), but my cold is rearing it's ugly head and letting me know it is quite unhappy with me. I'm wandering throughout my messy house, whimpering at the pain in my sinuses and throat, and feeling like I want to sleep but I'm incapable of actually doing so.

I'm currently ensconsed on my couch with my legs up on a nearby chair, my head resting on a soft pillow, three books nearby and a shepard's pie cooling (I'm starving!). Because of this cold, I haven't run this week since Monday, and I'm doubtful I'll run the planned 7.5 miles at Sabino tomorrow morning. Really, I just want someone to wait on me hand and foot and also rub my head to make me feel better. Too bad C is not available :(

I'm off to surf the Net and catch up on blogs.