SupaCoo

Man, you ship me off to the States and I just disappear from the blogville for awhile, it appears. For some reason it seems like there’s a lot less time in the days over here and blogging kind of falls off the list of priorities.

So, we’re heading back to Germany on Friday. “Friday?” you ask. “As in, January 1?” Ah yes, indeed. We’ll be boozing it up real solid and then heading onto a plane. Which, believe it or not, I actually did LAST WEEK as well and it wasn’t pretty at all. But that was only a two hour flight.

You see, the night before we left to Iowa, to visit my tee-totaling parents, it also happened to be Travis’ company party. And Travis’ company party included a fine portion of the evening called “tequila tasting” but which was really just shots.

Fast forward two hours and find me, passed out on the floor under the rows of desks. Which is a much better place than where I was 30 minutes later, when I was found puking in the boss’s office.

(BTW, mesh trash cans are not great for disposal of stomach contents.)

The next day on our flight to Iowa (which was at 10 a.m., owwwwie!), I pretty much sat with a barf bag in my lap for the entire trip.

I’m a smart girl. Does anyone want to take bets on how this Friday’s flight will go?

December 31st, 2009 | Category: sucky, the "useless" organ | Subscribe to comments | You can skip to the end and leave a response. Pinging is currently not allowed