In hindsight I should have gone home after I insisted Chris take this ridiculous photo with me on Friday night.
We’d finished dinner, it was nearly my bedtime (10:30 p.m.) and I’d clearly had enough. But instead I got on a trolley with a the rest of the Nebraska hooligans and no good came from the night.
I always get nervous when Chris’s buddies come to town. Because they don’t just bring themselves when they come, they bring a feeling of nostalgia. Of college nostalgia. And I’m too old for that college feeling. Way too old. I’m not sure about your significant others’ friends, but chris’s friends like to party. They party way too hard for this old girl.
Yet there I was Friday night at dinner taking shots of Sambuca because the Buca Fairy, aka Drew Welch, was in town and that’s what you do. Is Sambuca a Nebraska thing? Does anyone else do this? Next to Malort, Sambuca is the most foul tasting thing ever. I avoid it like the plague. Unless of course the Nebraska boys come to Chicago for a weekend…
Anyway, one thing led to another and at some point all of the guys were doing flips (or maybe it was just Chris doing flips) on a bar thing inside of the trolley- if I remember correctly it was like a horizontal bar similar to monkey bars at a playground? Maybe it wasn’t, I don’t know. Never one to turn away from acrobatics after a few drinks, I wanted to show off my skills as well.
So I grabbed the bar and tried to hurl myself backwards and instead hurled myself on the ground very hard. SMACK goes my head. It was a hit like a toddler would take falling out of a booth at a restaurant. My head hit so hard it bounced right back up like a bouncy ball.
Oh it hurt alright. But I think what hurt more was my pride. I’ve always been very agile and prided myself on my ability to do random monkey bar flips at a moment’s notice. But there I was lying on the floor of a trolley like an idiot. Like a girl in her late twenties trying to do monkey bar flips on a trolley… I was that girl.
And so I picked myself up, said I was okay, and remained quiet for the rest of night as I reflected on the poor decisions I had made.
The following day I had to pull myself together to go to a Derby party. I wanted to skip it I felt so bad, but I made myself go as punishment. Sure we look happy, but I’m in a world of hurt right here.
That’s the thing I hate about heavy drinking and why I rarely do it anymore, it’s not just a one day event. It continues to haunt me for days after. I’m still not feeling like myself. Then again that could also have something to do with the head trauma I experienced as well.
So excuse me while I try to pull myself together today. It’s not going to be easy.
Awwww love. We've all been there. FWIW, you still looked gorgeous in your Derby photo. Hope you feel better as the day goes on!!!
Well if nothing else you look fabulous in your Derby outfit and it was the perfect weather weekend for dresses! Feel better.
You cannot tell you had a bad night from the pictures though! You still looked lovely! I've been that girl before as well…I cannot party like my college self either! Feel better today!
We college partied this weekend too. And I am still feeling it. And my stomach says "Thanks but no thanks for those TWO cheese quesadilla's. Asshat."
It's so sad when you reach that point where even one little rager will have you feeling like crap for days. And oh man, I feel your pain. literally. Ouch.
I completely understand where you're coming from. I had pretty reserved friends in college, my boyfriend had partier friends. When they come into town, it's beyond hard to keep up. I have a 10:30pm bedtime too! Keep sipping water 🙂
Ouch that sounds painful! Hope you're feeling better! On the upside you looked gorgeous for the Derby! 🙂
I don't know what it is about getting older but heavily drinking is not like it used to be. Last time I went out with Jeff's friends I was in bed until 6pm the following day. I've never felt so old. I def could not pull off going to a derby party and looking fab like yourself!
Annessa
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Ahaha oh goodness, stupid pride. Your dress the next day was absolute beautiful!
This is actually the story of my life. I like to think I'm this graceful woman that can flip myself around a playground pole at any time, but I bet even sober me would have bonked my head. I hope you're feeling okay and you look FABULOUS at Derby!
I also feel bad for days after I drink. It's not a one night thing for me either.
Sarah
Midwest Darling
Awwww. This is why, despite my husband's friends begging us to move home (we live an hour and a half away), we are buying a house on the Coast. They are out around a bonfire every weekend, downing beer after beer after beer and the next thing you know it's 4:00 in the morning. I'm older than them anyway, but my husband doesn't need to be drinking like that anymore…which he fully recognizes. (I've never felt the need to keep up – I go in and go to bed)
well you looked fabulous the next day girl!
xoxo
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oh i'm with you, it never ever ends. at least you look cute! seriously, love that pic of you and chris.
I have never had a hangover as badly as the time Sambuca became my Friday night friend.
Your derby outfit is amazing! xoxo, ganeeban
These pictures have a way of showing how well people can mask symptoms of overdrinking.
I never got into that culture, however.
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I have a few friends that are similar fairies. They like shots. No matter how many times I claimed in my life, "no more shots", I'd find myself doing shots with those friends. I'm glad we FINALLY grew out of that. Or I just moved to the other side of the world away from them.
Best thing about pregnancy? No more morning after regrets….I feel you! It's done, you're ok. No more shots 🙂
Uhhhhh if you can look THAT gorgeous the day after suffering head trauma, then the rest of us are doing something way wrong. Rock on!
I gotta say you look fantastic is both pics. And you'd never know you were hurting in the second one!