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Sunday, August 28, 2005

SERIOUSLY DRUNK

Seriously drunk was the day that I'll never forget. Because this was a drunk that I remember. When another company treats your office for dinner and tequila at a posh, trendy, Mexican restaurant, one usually goes. Well the food was all right enough. And as usual the pitchers of Margaritas seemed watered down. NOT!!! We didn't taste the strength of it until we hit the streets 2 1/2 hours later. Holy crap! I got home at 10 to 10 and downed a bottle of water. I crashed. About 1:15 I woke up freezing from my a/c. Turned it off and downed another bottle of water. Staggered back under blankies shivering in the fetal position and fell back asleep. WAKE UP! Feel like shit on a lilly pad, cuz I thought I was on a boat. Downed more water. Showered, put on the under eye cover up, some heavy rouge to cover up the green face. Added eyeliner and mascara and threw on jeans, clogs and a top to fly to work ASAP. Stopped at donut joint, couldn't eat but got a bottle of water. The lady bagged it and I flew to catch my train. I was feeling half way decent by now from my little bit of movement and fresh crisp early morning air, until the train started thrashing and rocking us from side to side for a good 5 minutes. Lucky for me it was an express train and the ride only about 12 to 14 minutes long. Whew! I get off still feeling like the day after a long trans Atlantic flight but since I had some quality sleep, I considered myself o.k. I walk out of the station and carefully cross the street toward the parking lot I short cut through, to the main entrance. All of a sudden my feet get heavy and I slow down. I'm feeling queasy. Oh shit! I'm gonna hurl, I think. I slow down (I'm still early by 20 minutes, I can stop and take five on the bench in the garden) I try to walk towards the garden when I know that I'm gonna hurl NOW! I sit down in between two cars parked already and take out water bottle from bag and try to hurl. Nothing. I thought Oh shit, dry heaves. I stand up and here it comes again another one. This time I hurl in the bag. Relief! I wait two minutes just in case. Nothing. I fold the bag. Stick it in the giant waste can and exit lot, pass the garden, into the main entrance. I'm in the building. I walk in my office looking green. Put my head on my desk and prayed for someone to make some coffee. 10 minutes later the other dunks walk in feeling equally as sick as me. One still staggering, another with vertigo another with the runs, and one never came in at all. I think I had the least of the ill symptoms, but I was told I was green. They need to rename tequila to "to kill yuh".

The worst part of this story is that I went out to dinner with two of these colleagues and the mother of one of them (who works in another department) later that day. I ordered simple steak and mash, bread and butter. The mom kept wondering why we weren't having liquor. LOL "What, no wine for you girls? Not even a nice cold beer?" We just looked at each other. No, Coke's fine. If she only knew her daughter and her colleagues were hung over drunks.

SAY NO TO TEQUILA

# posted by A Fashionista @ 11:16 AM 1 comments

Friday, August 19, 2005

JUSTICE!!!!

# posted by A Fashionista @ 8:52 AM 1 comments

Sunday, August 14, 2005

FUCKING SPAM ON MY BLOG

I can not believe this. I'm getting spam on my blog!!!!!! WTF??? I just had to delete about a thousand words worth of advertisement.
I do not like spam.

I do not like it in my email. I do not like it on my faxes. I do not like it at my house, I do not like it with a mouse. I do not like my blog with SPAM!!!!!!!!
Spammers you suck - piss off - and eat shit!!!!!
NO MORE SPAM!