And an awesome Tuesday to all you fine folks!
I had an eventful (read: drunken) weekend and thoroughly enjoyed (read: embarrassed) myself.
I didn’t post yesterday because I was remembering our fallen soldiers (read: hungover).
S.O., Besty, Motorhead and about 10 other folks decided to go tubing.
For those of you who don’t know what it is — you get an tube for you, your buddies, and your cooler, and just float down a river.
Note: your cooler also floats and isn’t considered float worthy unless packed with a minimum of 12 beers and snacks including beef jerky, ho-hos, little debbies, and other goodies.
I ketofied mine with olives, lunch meat, and sliced cheese. But it didn’t matter because I drank my weight in delicious, yummy, YeungLing beer (read: carbs).
Honestly, one of the most redneck things anyone can engage in.
And it was amazing.
My bathing suit wasn’t fitting right because I’m a whole 35 lbs lighter than when I last wore it. Saggy butt big time.
My friend made a comment that Bitch Tits Bob took my 35 lbs I lost.
Because I was drunk and an idiot, I took it too far and now I feel like an awful human being.
I apologized to the point where my apology didn’t mean a damn thing.
Hey, at least Bob still has his testicles!
But yeah, I was bad. But I don’t get that bad often. Last time was Halloween in 2014.
I couldn’t walk when we got out of our tubes.
Then Besty and Motorhead got into their spat. Essentially Besty got stuck helping folks over a log, and had a hard time catching back up and Motorhead din’t try to help or even wait. S.O. also helped the group and I waited up for him. Besty made snide and passive aggressive and aggressive aggressive comments the rest of the float down and the 50 mile drive back, and stopping in Waffle House because the guys thought we needed food. And on the way back to their house.
So, essentially I consider them both in the wrong. Motorhead should have helped Besty or waited on her. I don’t think it was intentional; I just think he wasn’t paying attention. We were in a large group. And Besty for rubbing his nose in it for over four hours… that I know of.
So, yeah. I spent yesterday hung over.
I did read the entirety of “The Hot Zone” by Richard Preston.
Hey, Ebola — like #2 on the list of ways I don’t want to die.
Also, I napped twice.
And played Tomb Raider.
Edit: Also sunburn, after three applications of SPF 70.