So the holidays are here. So we overspend, overeat, and the over do it! At last it's time for all the holiday parties. Marty and I went to his Musical Theatre Banquet last night. Things were a little awkward for me at first since I didn't know anyone. But after a few rounds of drinks that problem was remedied. So we partied, Marty was spinning my boss's girlfriend and not only made her fall once but twice. Probally not a great idea. We stayed until 2 am and then went home. On the way home I though "oh my, I may have over done it." as I started to feel sick. Thank goodness we arrived just in time for me to do my evening prayer in the bathroom. Yuck, I had my hair extension in...man it sucks to hold your own hair back while you're violently vomiting. I managed to make it to bed by two thirty. Gross, I couldn't even brush my teeth. The morning arrived and i did the usual check...good I am in bed, with my husband and made it to daylight. Aside from the headache I thought I was okay. Then about an hour later (yes I am still in bed) The phone rings...marty makes the bed bounce as he goes to answer it and suddenly I start to feel like I did the evening before. So I run and make it to the bathroom. At the point I realize hey I am not okay...and I start to wonder...man how much did I drink...and why am I so sick? Go figure. I get back into bed feeling like the sickest biggest loser ever. Then about about 20 minutes later the phone rings again. It 's the dreaded one, the one I hoped wouldn't happen. It's work, I have to make a transfer. So I am thinking I'm a tough girl...I can do this. I managed to get it done and made it look to the public like their was absolutely nothing wrong with me, except for the creepy pale green color of my skin. Unfortunately I exposed my co worker to way more than he bargained for. Poor guy. Looking on the brightside though at least I had someone to finally hold my hair back. I got back to bed, threw up until 1pm and didn't surface again until 3. What a waste of a sunday.
So why do we continously do this to ourselves? And why does it seem that the older we get, the worse the punishment is in the morning.? I will continue to ask these questions this week until Friday when the next Christmas Party starts.
Cheers and Happy Holidays!
