Monday, February 21, 2011

Maybe I'll Get Lucky And Be Eaten By A Tiger

I love going out and getting a little crazy once in a while.  This weekend was the perfect girls night out at the beach!  We all packed our bags, drove to the beach, dressed to kill, and went out dancing.  The only problem with these girls nights is that I can seriously no longer hang like I could 15-20 years ago.  Yet, in the moment?  I totally think I can.  My husband says that I THINK I like alcohol more than I really do.  I don't know what exactly he meant by that.  The loss of my last functioning brain cells made it too hard for me to think that one through.  Right now, I am having a love-hate with alcohol and will abstain for at least a week. 

I think it took me a good 48 hours to recover from my night in Atlantic City.  We danced at a disco to the hottest music until 2 am.  We went buck wild... well, for happily married moms of young children, buck wild. We didn't go to sleep until almost 3:00 am and not because we were nursing babies or soothing nightmares.  It. Was. The. BEST.

Until the next morning.  My friend L, who had to drive home to take her kids to the flippin' circus (of all things) summarized the effects of our night of indulgence perfectly: 

"Maybe I'll get lucky and be eaten by a tiger."

Her immortal words lingered with me on my 1 hour and 20 minute drive home that afternoon with a raging headache, blinding nausea, acute dehydration and severe sleep deprivation (otherwise known as a colossal hangover).  I was praying for that same tiger to jump in my car and take me out of my misery. 

But crazy as it seems, it was totally, totally worth it.  Blowing off a little steam, laughing and letting go.  I can't do it often, but every once it a while, it's nice to let the cork out before the pressure builds too much and just have good, clean, crazy fun with friends. 


Elizabeth said...

Oh, my god. This made me laugh so hard -- I'm not much of a drinker, but I imagine I could have hung with you and your friends and released a little steam, myself.

DeeAnn said...

Sounds like fun! Now you need a good nights rest. Kinda like needing a vacation after a vacation. :)

Mama Deb said...

I, too, am starting to realize that I can't hang like I used to. It's a sad, sad conclusion to bring yourself to! Glad you had a night out. I'm looking forward to an overnight in San Fran this weekend with my girlfriends.

Kim said...

Sounds fun (and horrible, ugh-hangovers!) Glad you got out. You're probably feeling better by now!

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