The Perfect Drunk...

How do you achieve the perfect drunk?

So tonight is my Halloween Party. And I'm excited! I'm also a little nervous. Two weeks ago I had a bad night. A VERY bad night!!! Most of you know exactly what I am talking about, wake up... not really sure where you are, why your head hurts so bad, by the time you FINALLY get around and into the shower you start to put together pieces of the puzzle from the night before. Shampooing your head literally physically hurts because you have such a killer headache. Your thinking to yourself all day... "oh yeah" & "oh god... i did say that?" and the day goes on, very foggy, you swear off alcohol then you go to sleep and have a whole new perspective the next day when you wake up. Then come 5 o'clock you're like, maybe I will have a glass of wine tonight. Just one.

Seriously, it was a Tuesday night. An unassuming, unsuspecting, tuesday night. I was on my way back to kc by way of garden city. I stopped there for the night, met Casey's mom and her friends at the country club for dinner, there was also an old friend of mine from college (Brian Goad) and the golf pro Ryan who is my age. Several tequila shots, a forgotten dinner, and too many gin a tonics ("just a splash of tonic") later, I was making my Brian pull My car (he was driving) over on the side of a two lane country road so i would puke. Then when I finally got back to Casey's parents house, his mom had to let me in the front door about 3am, I proceeded to kick my shoes off in from of her, stumble downstairs and woke up in my plaid shirt and underwear. WTF. I had drive that day, so I went about 60mph, and took way longer than I should have to get to wichita, where I had to explain myself to Casey. Thought I was going to die, correction... i was wishing i could so the pain would stop.

As I said before we've all been there, not just a hangover but a super duper once in a blue moon hangover. Those are the worst, but really any hangover sucks. Why is it that some nights, you can hit the perfect fun loving consistent drunk, have so much fun!!! and the next day your not really even that bad.

It is an art some people have mastered. I however, have not. So tonight is going to be my first attempt to consciously achieve the perfect drunk.

Don't even act like you haven't tried... don't sit there and judge me. I'm doing this.

On two unrelated notes...

-Neighbor Dean has been invited to the party!!!
-I didn't take the picture above, but I wish I had.

Neighbor Dean

So, I just moved into a new house right? Cute little neighborhood, lots of young adults, lots of singles who have purchased houses around the area. And our neighbor... Dean.

My very first night here, I was in the living room when a random guy walks in. "um, hi. can I help you?" "Oh hey, I'm your neighbor, Dean." Right then in my head I thought, "and I will call you Neighbor Dean."

As I have gotten to know neighbor dean over the past few weeks I would have to say he has no sense of personal space. For instance, the other day, looked in the backyard and there he was petting kia. He had jumped over the fence and was just petting my dog. I decided to creep from the window instead of approaching him and my dog (both in MY backyard.) As I watched I observed him take a pre-rock back and then jump back over the fence. Just like that, jump over, pet the dog, jump back. I'm thinking... WTF? THEN.... just last week I look out in the backyard again and see Kia  just chilled with a big yellow lab. Again, deciding to creep instead of take immediate action, I observe. And soon enough, here comes neighbor dean. Jumps over the fence, picks up the dog and throws him over, then grabs the fence, does one courtesy rock back and then jumps over.

Helen

Her name is Helen! Not shirley. Close, but she goes by Helen.

I found out when I locked myself out of the house this week and noticed we have a mail slot- where there was mail, addressed to Helen. The circumstances were creepy: locked out, dark outside- like 830, sitting there on the front porch with an AARP letter to Helen. But I am happy to report that there has been no mysterious movement, noises, no signs of Helen at all. Thank God!

Picture of Washington Park (its a big park, w/ lakes, & a running path around the outside)

Anyway, just went for a run around washington park (the neighborhood park) almost passed out- still not acclimated to this mile high city. Every time i remotely get my heart rate up I feel like I can't breathe.. like I need to lie down right there on the grass next to the sidewalk and catch my breath. They say it takes a while to get through a normal cardio workout at 100% like 4-6 months. great, perfect, I already have a hard time staying motivated, now i have out of shape/ might pass out to worry about when mentally debating when and if I should even workout on any given day.

Go Cats!!!

K-state Game at arrowhead today:( Wish I was there....