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!
bless Grandma
its good for u 2 to go on dates
i find the same thing
cant drink like i use to
maybe were getting old???
“I won’t ever do that again.”
until next time LOL
hope u feel better soon
Oh, could I ever tell you a story! But, my husband would not be happy. We have a way of being slapped in the face with our age, don’t we?
Don’t worry. We all do some silly things once in a while. Just don’t do them too often and you’ll be fine.
MomoFali: I feel like I got more than a slap in the face. A slap in the face would feel nice compared to the way I felt the next morning. 😀 My age just whooped my butt!
Tot’s Mom: Believe me. It will be a long while before I do something like this again. BTW: Thanks for the link back to my site!
Jen: “Until Next Time” is right. 😀 The next time will be far into the future. 🙂
I got wasted on Friday night. Won’t have too much of those nights once the baby comes out. Vodka, 151, Everclear…
hi jared,
hope you’re feeling well now! Next time you go to a party, think twice before you have your first jello shot 🙂
hahaha, welcome to my world….
My lady and I went out a few weeks ago and let me tell you, I feel for you J. Not only were we both hung over, but we had a teething 14 month year old screaming in our ears. Just be glad you spared your wife of the jello shot induced halotosis. I’m sure she appreciates that! 😉
Dude. Sux. Ouch. Been there, done that, probably will do it again. When the fun starts flowing its hard to be like, “No thanks, but do you have some apple juice?” The nights are always over too soon and the mornings come to fast. It seems like you need to prepare for the day after better is all. LOL
$5 says you’ll do it again. It’s like a reflex. We know it’s going to hurt but every once in a while we say WTF.
I did the same thing last month….only no jello shots.
Just don’t drink and drive.
George: Yup. Once your baby is born it seems like it puts a little damper on the number of drunken nights. Don’t worry. We don’t drink and drive.
Mae: Oh…don’t say the words Jello Shots…
Xbox: What? I’m not in your world yet. I’m still in my twenties… 😀 Barely….
T-Dub: I pity your ears…and head. I crying baby still gets to me after awhile. Couldn’t imagine being hung over. My wife was just as trashed as I was, but luckily our son was in good spirits the next day.
Joe: Morning came real fast. I think I finally passed out at about 4:30 AM. You made me thirsty for some Apple Juice, but we don’t have any. Maybe I’ll drink Ace’s baby apple juice. Or maybe not.
Mitch: I’ll pass on the bet. I know I’ll do it again too, but if I keep telling myself that I wont maybe it will sink in.
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