I'm sick and he's partying.

Tonight my husband went bowling and to the bar, without me. Why you ask? Well we had these plans all week and I have been sick, dying actually (at least this is how I feel), so I decided going out wasn't the best plan. Yet while he was getting ready I was still weighing the pros and cons of getting my ass off the couch and going. Let's be serious here, yesterday I had a temperature of over 100 degrees, today I just felt crappy and yes I still wanted to go bowling and to the bar. What the hell was I thinking? Oh I know what I was thinking, "everyone is going out and having fun and I'm staying home being lame".

The problem with this whole situation is that I go out, a lot actually. I went out Thursday night when the sickness began to take over my body and stayed out till 3:30 in the morning in fact. All this talk of going out makes me remember the many times I have went out drinking and bowling for that matter. Last weekend I went bowling, I use to be on a bowling league, a few years ago. Definitely scored a 53 this time, the only word that comes to my mind regarding this is awesome. Anyways this all made me think about the first time I ever drank.

I was 16 and went to a friends house while her mom and brothers were gone for the night. She had a few people over and we began to make drinks. Being that I had no clue what I was doing I just asked for the bottle of Bacardi and poured some into a water bottle. As you could guess I was wasted in no time and proceeded to jump on the trampoline (with my "water" bottle), and jump into the pool with all my clothes on (without the "water" bottle). My boyfriend at the time who was older and from another school showed up at the house and I ran out the front door to greet him, I tripped and luckily before falling face first into the ground was rescued by him. After this part my memory is foggy I know he asked my friends (whom he barely knew)what the hell was going on and they decided to let me lay in the bathroom. I was freezing in there and requested somewhere warming to pass out, you want to know where they put me??? In her little brothers' bunk bed, but that isn't the worst part. As my head was spinning I open my eyes to steady myself and all I saw was glow in the dark stars all over the walls and ceiling.



Let me tell you about those damn little stars, when you are drunk they make it worse, MUCH, MUCH worse. Just saying. After puking my guts out all night I vowed to never drink again, yet I have many times since. I don't think I will ever learn, but tonight I feel like a champ for staying home and being "lame".