busy ball time and a tale of puke
I n August, I had a massive amount of work on and a few work functions to attend.
First the ball, I looked hot, wearing black (of course) with red - high heels (omg my feet were killing me) and this awesome red clutch purse.
I got horribly drunk, gasbagged with my old boss for hours on end and ended up at the casino eating a hamburger and puking my guts up from a combo of alcohol but mostly food poisoning the next day. My mate JJ thought that was a laugh - thinking I was such a lady when throwing up.
To be honest, I was feeling sick, I showered, I started to get dressed and then I stood up and went to the bathroom. I drank 2 large glasses of water and then said “J, I am about to throw up” I knelt on the floor, lifted the toilet seat up, pulled my hair back and vomited. Quietly, no retching, just think linda blair stylez puking. I haven’t puked like that since my 21st, and there’s a story about that somewhere in this blog.
We wandered off into Vic park and had a recovery brekky @ Cafe Bella Rosa. J had nasty greasy food, I had pancakes. I went home after that, and slept for a couple of hours before going to mum’s where she fed me sympathy cheesy bacon muffins.
oh boy. I won’t be doing that in a hurry again for sure…
September 17th, 2008 at 5:59 am
Surely the sympathy cheesy bacon muffins would have made it worthwhile. Even though they’re not a diet item.