I’ve been sick for over a week. Typically, this would be something that I can deal with and don’t have to worry about, but I was scheduled to host Alex’s bachelorette party at my house. So, I had to focus all my energy on feeling good enough to clean the house, get everything prepped, and party the night away.
Last Tuesday, I rested on the couch watching TV specials about Richard Ramirez. Now, those of you who knew me in high school may recall that I was very intrigued by serial killers. Not in the weird psycho crazy way, but enough so that I aspired to be just like Dana Scully and work for the FBI as a medical examiner or forensic profiler. Sure, I dropped out of the pre-med track in college, but I did graduate with a degree in psychology, got a job with the government, and work with medical information on a daily basis. Not quite the same thing, but whatever.
Wednesday, I made it to work but not for long. I left after lunch and headed home to sleep. Thursday, I called off and spent the day on the couch. By Friday, I was starting to lose my voice and was not feeling much better. But, I had to go on with preparations for the party, so I worked at cleaning the house and Kristen came over to make penis cookies. We had a good time drinking liquor and baking. Then I decided I had to practice maintaining my stamina, so I met up with Matt and his friends. This resulted in a trip to White Castle. Up until that point, I had only had White Castle once, and I do not recall much of it except that it was to commemorate watching Harold and Kumar with Alex and Mgan. That being said, it is no wonder my memory is a bit foggy, as we were notorious for our memory impairing hobbies in those days. Alcohol, however, does not have quite the same impact and so I do remember this second experience much better. It wasn’t too bad. I recommend the mozzarella sticks and the little chicken sandwich thingies.
Saturday, I awoke to pretty much no voice. I ran some more errands, doped myself up on cold medicine, and got to work finishing the house cleaning. Alex and Ashley showed up early in the afternoon and the festivities began.
I miss my partying days. My trip with Robin to visit Steph in Milwaukee made me yearn for the days of yore where we used to tear it up on the dance floor. Saturday night was no different. Kristen, Ashley, Mary, Catherine, Patty Jr., Alex, and I hit the streets. Well, Mary was pregnant, so after dinner we threw her in a cab so she could go home and rest ;) But, Saturday was like the old days. We spent the night at our old stomping grounds, Brother’s. I can’t tell you the last time I was there! We danced and drank. Patty Jr. invited the infamous Joe Ferg to come out with us. Forget the strippers – for Alex, this was better. She was in bachelorette heaven. Lots of drama ensued, much like the old days. I swear it was like we stepped back in time. Toward the end of the night, Alex had enjoyed a little too much liquor, so Kristen dragged her home. Apparently, Ashley, Catherine, Patty Jr., and I stayed. There are pictures. I remember dancing with some little dude, very much like the little man we met in Milwaukee. Except this guy kept trying to grab my boobs, so I ditched him. I went outside to make more drunk dials (BTW thank you for your patience people I called and texted :) ) and was cornered by this Steve Buchemi looking guy who claimed to be “30” and wanting to buy me a drink. I was alone and going with the flow, so I went with it. I ordered a Guinness and proved to be a much stronger beer drinker than he. Then the girls grabbed me and dragged me home.
We arrived to a very passed out Alex on my shiny clean porcelain throne. Catherine managed to carry her to the couch. We then sat around chatting, talking about the night, and ordered pizza online. The last thing I remember is talking with the neighbor guys on the porch with Catherine.
Then after that I woke up at around 7 AM in my bed. Sick as a dog. No voice whatsoever.
I wasn’t as sick as poor Alex, though. It took her whole day to recover, sleeping and sleeping and popping Advil. Luckily, she was in good shape around 6 when it was time to take Ashley to the airport.
Joe got home around then, and we spent the rest of the night relaxing. His nose, however, was stuffy. We awoke this morning, both of us really sick. I still couldn’t sleep and Joe was in bad shape. I had to take today off as well. So, I’ve spent the past two days sleeping and eating. And I’m still not feeling exceptional. Unfortunately, I’m so behind at work that I have to go in tomorrow. At least my voice seems to be coming back and the runny stuffy nose has subsided and left a nice big honking red, chapped rudolph nose in it's wake - perfect for the holiday season!
So, that’s been my week.
Congratulations Alex! I can’t wait for the wedding!!
Monday, December 3, 2007
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