Christmas party

So, I look forward to a Christmas party and guess what happens.

I get a cell phone call from my 10yo and he tells me that Quinn woke up from a nap feeling ill….apparently sick to his stomach….and head…and “by God just get thee home because he is sick”. I ask if they have reported said illness to the babysitter and I hear silence. “Um, no. We didn’t. We called you instead”.

So, we leave abruptly from our merriment.

Bill was the designated driver since he was on call with the clinic, so I have had 2 yummy margaritas and my buzz has been majorly harshed.

Arriving home,we find Quinn on the floor in the bathroom. Cody has made a soft pallet for him so he can be near the toilet if the barfs begin. (Must add here that the gift of nurturing is inborn, and that kid was born with it for sure.)

2 Tylenol and 30 minutes later, Quinn is perfectly fine.

Back to my buzz. I am not sure what the heck was in those margaritas, because by this point I had a drunk going….. a slurring words, sway-when-you-walk-Oh-man-the-babysitter-thinks-I-am-a-lush drunk. Mind you that this party began at 1:30pm and that is when the first margarita was set in front of me. In between the first one and the second, there were h’orderves served, as well as dinner which consisted of Chateaubriand, portabella mushrooms, salad etc. We arrived home around 6pm-ish and within 30 minutes I was officially drunk…..on 2 drinks consumed over 4 1/2 hours.

It was bizarre. I am so not talking a little drunk either. I was a lot drunk, and very pissy. I jumped Bill’s case about something trivial and staggered off to bed. I went into the bathroom, looked in the mirror and had such deja vu it wasn’t funny….it felt as if I were 22 again (minus the wrinkles, gray hair, hemorrhoids, stretch marks and 20lbs) back in Yagas Cafe, feeling very, very buzzed, and primping myself for the hot, blond surfer I was finally hooking up with. The only thing missing was the “boom, boom, boom” of reggae music coming through the bathroom walls. Well, that and the 5 other girls jonesing for a spot in front of the mirror. My hot blond surfer was now in the other room with a few kids in his lap, instead of waiting for me at the bar.

When Bill and I make frozen drinks at home, we use rum. Rum, rum, rum. As evidence, here you see a frozen drink with lime, rum and midori;

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Sometimes we have some gin or a glass of red wine. I never, ever get drunk.**

Obviously the margaritas I had were filled with some very cheap takillya, and lots of it.

Either that or I am a cheap drunk in my old age.

Bill votes for option number 2.

*Interesting side note is that I have no hangover whatsoever (headache, nausea etc), and at 6:00am still felt a bit drunk. WTF? I am wondering if they used Everclear in the drinks.
**Never say never. Never, never say never ever.