SupaCoo

And here I thought I was old! Jeezalmighty, no. Although, the past three days may have aged me significantly.

First there was New Year’s Eve, and the party started early (7:00) so we could see our friends with babies and expecting babies. We went to our favorite dive bar and ate our faces off. The owner was so happy to see us that he sent over multiple rounds of shots. Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about.

Somehow we stumbled out six hours later and piled into a cab. I am not sure how we got a cab on NYE at that time of night, especially for six people, but we did. After a vigorous two-hour hot tub soak (in which an entire bottle of vodka was chugged straight from the bottle - we’re classy like that) we all passed out around 6 a.m.

YES, 6 a.m.! Rock-fuckin-star, ya’ll!

Two hours later (ahem, TWO!) when we all woke up, I’m pretty sure I was still drunk. We went out for a nice brunch before heading to the airport for our flight. And here’s a tip: if you fly three bazillion miles a year like we do, sometimes the airline pimps you out. So the first leg of the trip from Denver to D.C. was in first class, high in the sky. (Insert rest of lyrics to that crappy song here.)

We got to D.C. where there would be no upgrade to first class or any other class for the D.C.-Frankfurt leg. Bah. But since I’d porked out on the first part, I wasn’t hungry and popped my sleeping pill, skipping dinner. There were not one but TWO screaming babies in our row, which was pretty lame. Screaming babies + New Year’s Day flights = should be illegal. I was pretty zonked on the flight and made it almost all the way across the Atlantic before waking up for good.

When we got here, we were committed to celebrating New Year’s Eve, the redux, with our friend that was cat sitting at our house. And since we owed her after three weeks of her life in our pad, we couldn’t back out. A short nap charged us up somewhat and then on our way out we went. Until seven-friggin-thirty a.m.

(I’ll be signing autographs later who anyone who wants one. Just sayin’.)

So yesterday when I woke up at 11 and looked out the window to see snow, my first thought was “Damn, it snowed! How am I going to get back to Frankfurt? I hope our flight isn’t delayed.” And then I realized I already was in Frankfurt. Smarty pants, I am. And then on top of that? I realized I was still completely drunk. I guess the bonus there is that the hangover can’t really kick in until you’re sober, which for me was about 5:00 at night.

I’m joining rehab today.

January 4th, 2010 | Category: random | Subscribe to comments | You can skip to the end and leave a response. Pinging is currently not allowed