Alright, I've been called out. My friend John, who bore witness to and participated in Saturday's overindulgence, left this comment on my Facebook page today: As much as I would like a slap on the ass, I'm a little disappointed in you! No commentary on your world-class bender on your blog?? The public deserves to know. :)
I take pride in operating transparently here. I would love to tell you all about it. But the funny thing about a World Class Bender is that you are supposed to forget parts - if not all - of what you did and what happened. If we didn't forget, people would never go on them. Duh.
That said, he's right, I should tell you what I do remember:
11:30 AM: I arrive at Curtain Skirt and order a Bloody Mary. I eat one small cracker with some cheese.
12:15 - 12:30 PM: I order my first highball of the day.
2:30 PM: John, who came to town to visit a very lovely girl, arrives at Curtain Skirt with said girl. Let's call her Becky because that's her name. Introductions are made and we all have one more drink "for the ditch." (It's a joke; we did not drive drunk.)
3 PM: The Curtain Skirt gals leave to go home, change into sweats, eat pizza and watch movies. John and Becky and I go to another bar/restaurant. I was at a crossroads here but didn't think twice about turning my back on You'll Feel So Much Better Tomorrow Lane and skipping down the road to Twisted Town. Well, I skipped until I fell down anyway, but that came much later. I think.
Thereafter: Ask John and Becky. I know what we did but specifics are fuzzy. When I called John on Sunday afternoon to see if I needed to apologize he told me that I did actually order food at the restaurant but didn't eat it because I was too busy chatting up the person at the table next to us. I've deduced that person gave me this which I found in my purse on Sunday:
8:35 PM: Drunk dialed Johnny B. A vague recollection of this was confirmed by checking the dialed calls on my phone. I have to say: just one drunk dial? And to him? At 8:30? Pfffft! Whatevs. Not offensive. Moving on.
Sometime after that: I went to bed. John and Becky were still here waiting for the cab to pick them up to take them back to her house but I was again at a crossroads: lay down on the floor or excuse myself and go upstairs. I chose wisely this time. I remember turning out all the lights as they sat there but John told me later that I said it was "to aid with their making out." So considerate, I am.
As with any big day/night out like that, I misplaced a few things - my sunglasses and dignity - but I also gained a few things - a scrape/bruise combo on my left elbow, a rocks glass, my name in calligraphy on a napkin, and this story for my blog. Totally worth it.
Special thanks go out to John and Becky for fueling and surviving WCB 2009, to Mel-O for teaching me what a banana bag is so I could obsess about needing one, to Peabody for bringing me soup and a biscuit on Sunday because I couldn't keep anything down, and to Leslie for feeding me a cheeseburger and taking me to get my car on Monday. You're an excellent WCB pit crew.