A not so good tradition and happy 4th

I'm blogging this hungover while eating a bowl of mac and cheese for breakfast. The breakfast of hangover champions. I somehow always manage to do this. I go out on July 3rd and wake up feeling like hell on July 4th. You'd think I'd learn by now.

Let me share one of the more memorable July 4th hangovers. A few years ago I met up with the Brookline crew at the Publick House for "a few drinks". I told myself I wasn't going to stay long since I was leaving in the morning to go camping. I ordered an Alagash White. The bartender tells me they are out of Alagash White but they have Alagash Triple. My mind did not process that triple = way high alcohol content and you will regret this later. Halfway through my third Tripel it started to hit me hard. But I wasn't going to leave that beer unfinished. After my tripple Tripel Andy offered my some of his beer. It was the most disgusting beer I've ever tasted. It was sour and strong. I only had a small amount of that but apparently that was enough.

We all leave to go across the street to Golden Temple and that's the last thing I remember before waking up  gin Melissa's bed. I look at her clock and it's a little after 10. The time I wanted to be on the road by. I drag myself out of bed and look at my phone. I have a text that says "you looked like you were having fun dancing last night :)". I don't recognize the number. I show the text to Melissa who has woken up at this point and she starts cracking up because it's Andy. Andy is also Melissa's ex. Just great. Also great that I don't remember dancing at Golden Temple. The only thing I remember is throwing up in a park at some point.

The driving home from Brookline to Somerville I thought I was going to die. The second I got home I started throwing up and continued to do so for two hours while watching the to Catch a Predator marathon. My uncle is calling me to find out where I am. I finally pull myself together and drive to the camp ground in Plymouth where I spend most of the 4th dying in a tent. I vow to never drink again. I think we've all been there.

I feel one hundred times better today than I did that July 4th. I also hope America appreciates how hard I partied for the sake of it's birthday.

I just can't hang anymore.

I've come to the conclusion that I just can't hang anymore. I knew it would happen at some point and that point is now at the youngish age of 28. Last night a bunch of us top floor dwellers went out for drinks after work. The combination of 18 oz Bud Lights and no food was probably not the best combination. I rallied this morning and even made it to work early but now I have to have a hot dog for lunch because hang over cravings are not to be ignored.

So I'm saying goodbye to 22 year old Ginny who could stay out late on a Thursday and feel totally fine the next day. Hello responsible adult Ginny, it's nice to finally meet you.

Have a happy somewhat responsible weekend everyone!

$12.00 ice? No thanks.

This day was loooong.  I ended up working late and I was already super tired.  I shouldn't complain though because the attorneys work way more hours than I do.  They also get paid more.  I prefer making less money and not working super long hours.  I also prefer being busy rather than twiddling my thumbs all day and right now we are Busy with a Capital B.

On my way home I ran into my friend Sully on the T.  I don't see her that often so it was nice to catch up since I pretty much never see her anymore.

I didn't even talk about last night in my earlier post because I was too distracted by sushi.  After work I met up with the boyfriend for a few drinks.  My co-workers were going to Whiskey's, as per usual, but Dave wanted to try Towne.  I was fine with a change of pace and didn't even mention my co-workers were going to Whiskey's until we got to Towne.  Dave felt bad that I wasn't hanging out with my co-workers.  I told him I see them for 9 hours a day, 5 days a week, I think we see each other plenty.  Dave orders his usual drink (Johnny Walker on the rocks) and it's all ice!  Towne is suppose to be this classy bar and they can't get a simple drink like that right?  Dave plucks some ice out and puts it on a napkin.  We get the bill and the ice with a dash of Johnny Walker was $12.00!  Is this for real?  It's only $6.00 at Whiskey's and they know how much ice to put in it.  No thanks Towne, you can keep you pricey ice and sucky appetizer selection.

I wonder if the boyfriend reads my blog.  I don't think he does but he knows I blog.  He also knows my twitter handle so he could easily find it.  If you're reading, hi Dave! 

Bed time for this girl.