Shiraz, Frost Bite, and Third nipples
- November 25th, 2007 3:49 am
I had lots of things I hoped to accomplish today. Instead, I spent the beginning of the day nursing the Shiraz hangover from hell. It wasn’t a hangover as much as it was the result of my friend Allison and I convincing ourselves it would be wise to to sit outside in 20 degree weather and drink wine for hours.
(Hey! We had a fire pit and a roaring fire to keep us warm..)
Oddly enough, this sitting outside in bizarre temperatures became an even better idea as the glasses were emptied and refilled. My husband, of course, decided to be a wise ass and holler as we walked out the door, “see you guys in five minutes. it’s too cold out there. blah blah blah.”
At that point, we had to stay outside. At least for a time longer than five minutes, because who was he to tell us how to tolerate the FREEZING air? Psshh. I was going to be tough.
Of course, this morning when I was trying to tuck my cold feet between his in bed, rubbing my cold nose against his back, and convince him to allow me to leach his insane body heat; I had to throw away the tough girl act. Who was I kidding? I can’t sit outdoors in insane weather and manage to be fine the next day.
Pseudo-frostbite or not, it’s always nice to catch up with friends. I love “do you remember that one time”s. Those are the best. We had a nice time. But I’m pretty sure I slightly damaged my body temperature since my feet were still mutant blocks of ice as the witching hour neared.
When I did finally manage to fall into a coma sleep, I had the strangest dreams *imagine super 70’s dreams sequence that television shows display pre-dream*: Adam and I were at his grandmother’s house, and it was thanksgiving,again. For some reason, we were having a conversation that involved insulting third nipples (what the hell? I KNOW!). All of a sudden, mid-conversation his Uncle jumps up from the table and lifts his left arm to reveal a super long, scary 3rd nipple growing from his armpit. The oddest part of it all was that it was a carrot. But he claimed it was a third nipple? He was super offended and emotionally charged about the fact that we did not appreciate his third, carrot nipple.Yeah, at this point, I am super concerned with wine dreams and dreams in general.
We can once again file this entry in the I should not have told that to the internet section of my brain.
With that said, I am going to bed. It’s late, and my aging body seeks the warmth of my down comforter.
PS. The amount of times people have been directed here by searching the term “my mom has a camel toe” is frightening. Who is searching for this? Seriously?!?
November 25th, 2007 @ 3:52 pm
oh gosh. i surprised you didn’t get sick with pneumonia. lol. it is always good to catch up with friends. especially talking about that “do you remember when..?” they are always the ones who understand everything. you sound like me though, i would have been stubborn and stayed outside until my feet rotted off just to be like, “i can handle the weather and you can’t. neener neener neener.”
November 26th, 2007 @ 12:49 am
I love doing the “do you remember when..”with friends. Even if it’s over the phone. Hope you’re thawing…
November 26th, 2007 @ 11:04 am
Sounds like you had a far more interesting Saturday than me. I do hate the wine hangovers, though. So nasty.
November 28th, 2007 @ 9:14 pm
One of my old site’s most popular search was on Gerard Way from My Chemical Romance’s resemblance to Billy Corgan.
One idiot kid tried to prove it true (omugahhh, he totuhlee sed so himselfz!) with a YouTube video of Billy Corgan on FUSE, saying in jest that Gerard was his son.
Mind you, there’s a ten year difference between the two…
Anyway, yes. People are retarded.