The Blog Broad is broke. She’s slow, resistant and doesn’t seem to want to work. Actually, I’m having a lot of pain. The past two days I’ve had Painsomnia where the pain doesn’t let up long enough for you to be able to sleep. I’ve caught a few winks in the late mornings/early afternoons but I’m dragging my ass a mile behind me.
My wrist is still healing after badly spraining it. I still have limited range of motion and blogging and texting is still quite painful but here I am because of FOMO (fear of missing out). My love took care of most of the household chores while I recuperated. Thank God for her, I don’t know what I’d do without her.
Over the weekend, we had passes for a rock show that was being sponsored by her work. The problem was that the show didn’t really start until 10 pm. Now, I’m 43 years old and 10 pm to me is usually, hair in a pony, jammies and face cream. I haven’t gotten ready to go out that late in a long time. I was already in pain from my body and wrist but I pushed through it for the show.
During the getting ready process, a couple of “C”‘s friends came over to have wine before the show. So I said, “Sure, pour me a glass.” Little did I realize, the wine our guests had brought was homemade and very potent. Two glasses later I was inebriated. I was woozy, spinny and all around barfy. My partner was in even worse shape. We snuck out before the show to grab a sandwich to help ease our ailing liquor bellies. Two drunk broads in a Subway shoveling 6 inches down our gullets like we hadn’t eaten in a week, then stumbling out, giggling like teenagers on Prom night. At that point it was almost 11 pm and normally, “C” is passed out by that time of night as her days begin at 4 am. Even though we wanted to see the show, we ended up making our way awkwardly and drunkenly back home holding each other up as we made the seven hour journey by foot back home. Ok, it was 15 minutes but it felt like seven hours. We missed the show.
I was reminded of another time like this. Back in 2008, I had tickets to go see one of my favorite bands of all time Queens of the Stone Age. I was so excited for the show that I didn’t really eat much. While I was getting ready I downed three Mojos. Those were those Guarana Caffeine vodka drinks that went down like pop. Before leaving I thought to myself, “Well this isn’t going to end up well at all.” But I went anyway and hopped on the bus. By the time we got to our friend’s house, I made a mad dash for the bathroom. I don’t remember much after that. Except waking up in my bed about five hours later realizing I missed the show. I was devastated. I am still devastated. This was by no means a band like Queens but still. Alcohol got me again. When will I learn??
Can you still handle alcohol? Have you ever missed something really important because of a bad idea?
Live Humbly, Be Charitable, Live Graciously,