Lets see here is a summary of my weekend:

Get drunk, lay around all day, watch sappy movies & cry, run a 5K, lay around some more.
Yep, that pretty much sums it up all nice and pretty for you. Ok no really it was a good weekend.

Friday night we celebrated my sister’s 24th birthday. She was, of course, late to her own party. As is the custom in my family. It was a good time, lots of dancing and way too much drinking. G, T and I ended the night stuffing ourselves with food in my dining room at 3am. Nothing better than a bacon dog and fries to end the night.
<—-(this is not my sister)


On to Saturday where to be honest I am not quite sure I actually left the house…unless taking the dogs out counts?! Does it? Anyway, I tried my best to get The Boy to stay in the house with me but my efforts were fruitless and I was once again left to my own devices. I should have done laundry but instead I laid on the bed and watched ridiculously sad movies for about 6 hours. If you haven’t seen “The Stoning of Soraya M” I recommend you do and bring some tissues with. It’s on Netflix. I went to bed early since I was running a 5K on Sunday at the butt crack of freaking dawn.

Sunday was a good day. Got up too damn early went to the lake and ran the Rock & Roll Chicago 5K with my family. I thought I was going to die because as you can recall from last weeks posts I as sick all week. I still managed to get across the finish line in a decent, albeit slower time. Got my first medal and probably the last since there is no way in HELL I will probably run anything else that offers a medal. After this we had brunch and hung out at my parents where we spent most of the day in and out of sleep. It was great 🙂 I should mention that my mother has somehow managed to convince me to run a 5K almost every month this year. She must know I love her.

Unfortunately the weekend went by too fast and now were are back to the regularly scheduled programming of work and more work.

Well I had a fabulous birthday weekend! I ate too much cake and drank too much vodka but it was all worth it!

Seeing as it my 26th Birthday tomorrow. Yes, I know how horrifying to finally be on the bad side of 25. But who doesn’t really enjoy celebrating a birthday? Well the point of all this is to explain, as previously mentioned, why I will not be drinking Tequila this weekend.

(<— this photo may not be nice, but it is accurate)
It all goes back to my 21st birthday. My aunt(not really my aunt but somehow related) decided to come over the night before my birthday with a bottle of Jose Cuervo and some cards. We sat around a table, there may have been 4 or 5 of us and proceeded to play what I think may have been Asshole or some similar card game. Needless to say I am a terrible game player(happens everytime) and I paid dearly for it. Within a 2 hour period I had 13 shots of tequila while sitting in the same spot. Let me tell you that if this story sounds a bit vague that is because I can not really recall everything that happened. I know there was an incident while trying to get me to the restroom in which I was dropped and hit my head. I know that I passed out on the floor in the living room with 7 minutes to midnight. These are the things I know about that night. I will tell you something I can recall with perfect clarity, the mother of all hangovers that I had the next two days. I have never, not since, not before, had a hangover quite as bad as that time. Believe me I have had plenty of opportunities to experience hangovers.

That being said, it has been 5 years and I have yet to be able to smell tequila without a nasty feeling in my stomach and recalling the awful feelings I had after. Occasionally, once drunk, I will be dumb enough to take a shot or two of it anyway and I always, and I mean ALWAYS pay the price. So this year on my 26th birthday you can count on the fact that I will be drinking some vodka, or rum, or whiskey but not tequila.