I got invited to a reunion party Saturday night. I used to party at this place when I was in High School and they always threw the best parties. They invited everyone who ever came to any of their parties to this one all out, no holds barred, reunion party. How could I refuse?
Momma and I haven’t really been out and had a wild and crazy night since Ace has been born. We asked Grandma to keep Ace overnight and she accepted the offer.
You see, where I grew up everyone knows how to throw a party. It is seriously like something you would see on TV. Music, drinking, dancing, and drama…the four necessities of a good party. This party definitely had all four. There were cars parked up and down both driveways and up and down both sides of the road. The music was deafening. The garage was lit up with party lights and everyone was dancing with drink in hand, of course. There were three or four coolers stacked with over 600 Jello shots for everyone to enjoy. I wont even attempt to tell you about the drama. That would take me all night.
In high school and college I could keep up with the best drinkers, but I don’t really drink much anymore. I’ll go out once every three or four months and get a decent buzz, and it doesn’t take a whole lot. I started out mellow drinking my Bud Light. Then the “party waitresses” started carrying around trays of Jello shots. I wasn’t planning on getting three sheets to the wind, but parties and alcohol seem to have a strange effect on ones judgement. 😀
Let’s just say I was having one hell of a time until the tray of Jello shots came around the 25th time. (I really don’t know how many times it came around, but I’m pretty sure it was close to 25. I was so drunk by then I couldn’t have counted if I tried).
To make a long story short I found nice comfy patch of grass next to the house that I decided to call my bed for the night…until my wife came looking for me and found me inebriated in the yard. After a few minutes of coaxing from my wife and some friends I clumsily bounced off of everything on my way inside to a bed.
I woke up the next morning feeling like I had been run over by death driving a steam roller. Let’s just say that even right now, Monday night, my stomach still is not back to 100%.
What the hell was I thinking? I knew better. I’m supposed to be responsible now, right? I mean, I am a Dad.
I did learn one thing… I’m not 19 anymore, and I won’t ever do that again. I’ve said that many times before and yet I still found myself cuddled up with the dandelions. 😉 I really hope I don’t end up like this ever again. I will still go out and have a few beers on occasion, but no more Jello shots for me! Damn….my stomach still hurts!