Now Boarding..... Train Wreck Central

Ugg, I'm a bad person.  Ever have one of those nights that you just want to totally take back and make it so they didn't happen?  That was me on Friday night.  I shoulda stayed home and video chatted with Kyle, but NOOOOOO, I HAD to go out.  Now my sister's pissed at me, Tara and I are fighting, the hot soccer coach thinks I'm a drunk idiot and probably 200 people at the bar will refer to me from here on out as "The Girl That Puked All Over The Bar."  Ugg....  I have learned a valuable lesson though, which we may or may not get to in this post....

So yeah, Friday night.....  Gavin had soccer until 9:15.  I, like all the other soccer parents enjoyed my road pop while the kids trained for an hour.  When I got back home, I discovered that my friends had decided to spend their Friday night in (or so I thought) at someones house that I don't care for.  Well fuck, I thought, I'm going to go out anyway.  Remember, I spent the whole Thanksgiving weekend in the house with no money....  I needed out of the house.  I had texted hot soccer coach (from now on known as HSC) to see why he ditched out on training early.  His response?  I'm at your sister's bar.  Uhh ok.  I figured I'd head up there, at least I knew he'd be there, plus my sister was there.  That's cool.

I got everyone settled and headed up.  It's not close to my house, probably about a 20 minute drive during ideal conditions.  I was gonna have a couple of drinks, enjoy the band and probably try to get into HSC's  pants.  He violates pretty much every rule I have about guys, but there's just something about him....  I get all dolled up and am out the door looking totally cute, so he understands that just because I come to practice in sweats and a hat doesn't mean I don't clean up well.  I continue with my road pop on the way up there.  Once I get to the bar, I take off my big winter coat (who wants to walk around lugging that thing anyway?) and put my purse under the seat so I only have my phone, keys and smokes.  Good to go, I get out of the car and head in.  I flash my VIP pass so I don't have to pay and detour around the bar to the restroom to make sure I still look good.  Ok cool, I did.

Walking from the restroom to the bar, I spot my sister.  She looks surprised to see me.  I always call or text in advance of going up there to be sure to have a table for me.  We talk for a minute, she buys me a drink and I spot HSC sitting at the other end of the bar.  I head on over to him.  We talk, he's there with his friend that lives right around the corner.  I decide to buy a round of shots for the three of us.  I tell the bartender to make us whatever and when he comes back, it's obviously something with Goldschlager in it.  Ugg, not ideal, but whatever.  Apparently while I was ordering those, his friend was ordering Jagerbombs.  We did my shot, then we did the bombs.  I'm still sipping on the drink my sister bought me.  At some point we decided that it would be better to go outside so we could smoke.  Me, being as stupid as I was about not bringing a coat in, freezes my ass off.

Then it happened.  I went from having a nice buzz, to being totally derailed, train wreck central .  The rest of these events have been chronicled to me by Nicole, via my sister.  I laid my head down on the table outside pretty much incoherent.  Eventually I managed to say that I was cold and my sister brought me out her $300 North Face coat.  Somehow I ended up back inside sitting at the bar where I kept being poked at for laying my head down on the bar.  I just needed to rest.  Then I puked all over the bar... Like on the bar top.  Then I puked on the floor at my feet. After that, I was hoisted up and kicked out of the bar.

Luckily my sister had called Nicole, who was just getting off work and she was pulling up to the bar at the exact time they escorted me out.  I was loaded into the car, my seatbelt fastened and we were out of there.  Nicole, ever the cautious one because she drives even though she doesn't have a driver's license, takes the back roads home.  I hung my head out the window the entire ride home puking and wiping my face on my sister's jacket.....

Somehow Nicole got me in the house and into my bed, making sure I was sleeping on my side as not to choke on my own vomit or tongue as I slept.  I woke up at 7am to Ev crying, finding myself still drunk and fully clothed, including boots.  There were big chunks of mud all over my bed.  I got up and gave the kid a bottle and went back to sleep until 9 when Nicole called to make sure I hadn't died in my sleep.

I gave her a WTF happened?  She recounted all that my sister had told her.  How the hell had I derailed like that?  This may sound stupid of me to say, but I didn't have that much alcohol.  When I walked in I was a little less than sober, but one drink and two shots should have never made that happen.  I've been pukey drunk before, but I have NEVER blacked out.

I texted both my sister and HSC and apologized immediately.  I had to see HSC later on at the game and I didn't want it to be weird.  His text back was "Hey, we've all been there, no worries".  Well, that didn't exactly make me feel better, but at least he wasn't like "Bitch, never talk to me again", because quite honestly, I probably got some puke on him, after all, he was sitting right next to me.  My sister?  Not so forgiving.  She cleaned up the mess I made.  Yet another sister causing a fiasco at her bar.  Oops.  She told me she wanted her coat back TODAY.  Uhh, ok.  I took a look at the coat.  Luckily me wiping my mouth on it had done minimal damage and the mess cleaned right up.  Thank God North Face has the sense to make their expensive coats able to be cleaned with a washcloth and some soap.

While I was talking to Nicole I realized that my car keys were nowhere to be found.  FUCK!!!  My purse was in the car with $800 in cash in it....  I didn't give a shit that someone might steal my car, hell, they can have the piece of shit, but as soon as I remembered the money, I freaked out.  Nicole said that she told me my keys were missing before we left the bar, but I was having no part of her going back in to find them, so she brought me home.  I texted my brother-in-law to see if he had found them this morning.  An hour later when he decides to text me back, he said he had them.  Ok cool.  Nicole took me up there to retrieve my car and then we went to get some hangover breakfast.

Breakfast sat like a lump just at the base of my esophagus all day, threatening to make me puke again, but I managed to hold my own all day.  We went to soccer, which was just a little weird, then I came back home and took a nap.  My plans Saturday night?  Video Chat with Kyle, which is exactly what I did, with one minor exception.  Since Nicole had rescued me the night before, I had to watch her kid all night.  She's 3, so it was an easy night.  Sometime after 3 Nicole came in and crawled into my bed and passed out.  I probably wouldn't have noticed except for earlier in the night, I had an allergy attack and was still really stuffed up, so I wasn't sleeping all that well.

I got up around 10 on Sunday.  I had lots to do.  The survey company in town had called me early on Friday night and I had actually qualified to do an in home survey with them.  The interviewer was supposed to be at my house at 3.  I dropped Ev off at his grandma's around noon and got a weird call on my cell phone.  It was my interviewer and he was already in the area, could I do it early?  Well sure, let me get home.  I get home, finish the last of the picking the house up and he arrives.  HELLLLLLLLLO.  Hot damn!  He's good looking.  What was supposed to be an hour of talking about me, my educations and why I'm thinking about going back to school only took about 20 minutes.  When he was done, he said he was really impressed with my answers and that it took a short amount of time because he didn't have to ask me the same questions 5 different ways.  I was pleased and was about to say "Would you like a date with this fabulously articulate lady?"  But alas, I refrained.  He left me with my $100 cash for completing the interview and just like that, another hottie disappears.....

I promptly took the money and spent it and am kicking myself in the ass today about it.  Oh well, I made a payment on the snowboards and bought birthday cards for my stepdad.  It's not like I drank it away......

I left out a major piece of the story from Friday night, anyone wanna guess what it was?  It goes right along with the lesson I learned, and no, I didn't learn my lesson about drinking, there was something else.......