Wednesday, March 3, 2010

pinot noir to the rescue

So the get together with the other teachers was fun, Alex fit right in and I got to hear great stories about living in Vegas. I downed a bottle of pinot noir and the end of the night got fuzzy. Yeah I paid for that on Monday morning at the faculty meeting when I heard about how badly my speech slurs after that last glass that I drink KNOWING it'll put me over the edge.

Alex and I went to a local restaurant over the weekend as well. One of those places that serves all local and organic whenever possible, and puts bizarre foods together that are always shockingly delicious. We experienced another in a long series of gastronomic successes. The couple next to us looked so happy, so I leaned over and asked how to be happy. Our little discussion led us to discover that the gentleman was previously a supreme court justice for the supreme court of the state of Alabama, and the woman he was with worked in the upper echelons of the Tuscaloosa City school system. Small world, eh? I hope we made a good impression...

That brings us to yesterday. I had such an awful day with my students.... I started reading Texts from Last Night to lighten my mood. I started longing for undergrad, plus a terrible day, I decided to go to get drunk and fall down. First a margarita, then a tequila shot. Then, as if trying to make it my M.O. I downed a bottle of pinot noir. I suggested going skinny dipping and took a towel to go out. I laughed as I ran around with the towel functioning as a cape. Luckily the pool was locked, so we went to a local deli, where I stole a spoon, laughed maniacally and threw it into the night. Then I dropped my ice cream. Then I busted my tush in the mud. I kept telling Alex I was "going for the gold" and that it was "turbo Tuesday."

So if the pool was locked, why did my hair smell like chlorine when I woke up under the kitchen table this morning?

(Fun fact, I was once in a YouTube video called "Aloha! From Quahog!")