As I sit at my desk "working", I actually just laughed at myself for having the craziest thought pop through my head.
RANDOM ASS CRAZY THOUGHT: "I need to hurry up and get pregnant so I can stop drinking so much!"
Extremely crazy and random right ?
I HATE HANGOVERS !!! They drain every bit of energy, life and productivity from your body. It literally takes a full day of sloshing around, laying down, going to the bathroom, re-hydrating, etc., just to get all this LIQ out of your system.....and when you have to work, you can forget it... your day is wasted. I am happy to report that today, as I nurse a hangover, I sent out a resume for a potential job lead !! I can't bring myself to do the other 20+ things on my to-do-list, but the fact that I emailed a resume...oh...and checked up on my gossip blogs means that my day was not totally in vain.
So let me tell ya...
Last night, the party goddesses were in motion and my friend's birthday dinner was abruptly moved from some shamming ass restaurant to one of THE GIRLS' apartment. I was extremely frustrated by the location change, being that I took two trains and a bus (albeit going to the WRONG crosstown section) to get to the restaurant. While on the bus I get a text about the venue change, get frustrated and hopped in a cab heading uptown. I decided to put on my happy face for the birthday girl despite my frustration.
Anywho, my frustration and hunger quickly make way for laughing, dancing, having cocktails and being amongst THE GIRLS and our 3 trusted male friends. Thank GOD for cute men in Harlem. The female to male ratio escalated by one mass text sent out from the resident flirt in our crew.
For some reason, I decided to drink cognac out of a white wine glass, coupled with a big old strawberry from the birthday cake and WHAM!!...the festivities begin !!! One cocktail becomes two, becomes three, becomes "ok, I am done for the night....gotta get back on the train to head to NJ". Whatsonever, one of THE GIRLS (a doctor at that), takes my wine glass and refills it with straight cognac on ice...with the strawberry still in it. Ok, one more drink. One more drink, lots of dancing and laughing leads to, "Hey...let's go to APT...its FREE and they have good music." Woo hoo....
It's all fun and games until you start drunk texting.....
We get to APT and magically, two more cocktails of cognac appear in front of me. "Here honey....drink up" is what I am told from the other "responsible" doctor in our crew.
Are these bitches trying to kill me ???
Long story short, we dance some more... we laugh some more...we cocktail it up WAY more and I wake up in one of THE GIRLS' beds in Harlem asking myself, "Where the fuck am I ?"
My phone is buzzing.... "Oh shit, I forgot I sent those texts last night !!" I quickly apologize with a reply "OMG.. I was drunk texting... I am an emotional hazard right now...disregard whatever I said." He understands... he ALWAYS understands... *sigh*....
My girl whose bed I woke up in was out of town, so I text her, "I got drunk last night, woke up in your bed....needless to say...I am about to be in your closet as well". I had a 2:00 appointment in the city and didn't have time to run home to get dressed. I am at the office now looking like a hybrid of the both of us. I have on a Michelle Obama wrap dress, pearls, some leggings and my funky boots I bought in Italy.
My day has been shot.... no productivity here. I am still hungover and my only solution to this problem that plagues me more often than it should is to "hurry up and get pregnant".
Ahahahaa... I make myself laugh at times !!!!
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