So I’m a little late in this, but only by a couple of days. I debated whether I was even going to make this post. But I decided I had to. I couldn’t leave it at just the twitter rambles. BTW if you haven’t read the twitter rambles, you should. My twitter feed is above my posts.
I’ll start with this. To relieve minds I want to mention that because there was alcohol involved, I did not take my meds, other than Geodon which I can’t miss, for the night. I know better than to mix booze and meds. Probably would have been better off skipping the Geodon as well, but that missed dose would have made me sicker than the booze med combination did. In the long run, moderation is the key. Despite being drunk, I didn’t binge drink past the limit. I did throw up, a lot, but I think that was more my acid reflux. Actually, I know it was. And in the long run, I knew I was fine taking my Geodon. It’s a whole risk verses benefit decision. I also don’t drink often. So I took the risk.
Anyway, on with my story.
About 6:00 Friday night I got a phone call from my long time friend Stacy. She needed a girl’s night, her treat. I said I was game as long as I had the chance to get Luke to bed at 7:00 first. She came to pick me up at a little past 7 and off we were.
We didn’t have any real solid plans for the night. We knew we both needed food, booze and fun. So we decided to start with dinner. Something cheap and loved by both. Noodles and Company made for the easiest decision of the night.
When we got there, we discovered the parking lot was covered in little plastic balls. Like the kind you find in a kid’s ball pit. I of course had to collect some for my kids. After nabbing 4 brightly colored balls, we went inside and got our food.
We spent the meal trying to decide what to do next. We finally settled on going to the mall, catching a movie, and then hitting up the bar after the movie. It was all localized to one mall. It was a solid plan.
Then we got to the mall and both parking garages were labeled full. We both agreed that plan A was not going to happen. We talked about going to another theater but Stacy decided she wasn’t really interested in a movie anyways. We both still agreed a bar was needed. I asked her if she knew a good one. She said she had an idea but first a small stop.
Now before I shared where we went you need a quick intro into Stacy. My best friend is Catholic and an accountant. A real solid good girl.
So she took me to the Lion’s Den. The local adult book, video and “toy” store. We killed a good half hour in there. I bought some dragon’s blood scented incense. Good stuff, people. Good stuff.
Once done we headed to the local University (OSU) campus to find the bar that she wasn’t sure what it was called or where for sure it was located. We passed a few bars, none of which called our names. So we just drove.
45 minutes into driving inspiration hit Stacy. Bowling! We got ourselves onto the freeway and back towards where we started, we went.
When we got to the bowling palace the place was packed. There were a good dozen people in line ahead of us to get a lane and shoes. Luckily there was a bar. So we got our first round of drinks and stood in line.
After about 15 minutes we had our lane and second round of drinks. For the next hour and a half we bowled 3 games, laughed our asses off and I got drunk.
Most of it is kinda a blur. I do know I threw more gutter balls than anything else. I know at one point I threw a gutter ball that bounced back out of the gutter long enough to knock a single pin over. I only knew it knocked a pin over because the kid in the lane next to me, I’m guessing he was all of 8 years old, got really excited for me and told me I’d hit something. I know at one point I got a gutter ball, spare, and then 4 more gutter balls all in a row. I don’t remember why I declared there was a God and that he was good to me. It probably makes for a great story. Stacy will have to enlighten us. I remember acid reflux was kicking my ass, not that it slowed me down any. BTW, regurgitated Bacardi Silver Raz is not tasty.
After we bowled we went into the bar area and listened to mostly bad Karaoke. We only spent maybe 20 minutes in there before heading home.
Now, yes, Stacy did do some drinking, but not nearly as much as I did. She stopped long before I did. She can hold her liquor. She drank lots of water. She was fine to drive. So don’t go worrying about that.
Once home I did quite a bit of vomiting and then I went to bed. That part wasn’t as fun. Stupid acid reflux.
Hmm, I can’t think of any other interesting stories to tell you about the night. I’m sure Stacy could.
I should point out I wasn’t hung over the next morning. Acid reflux was still kicking my ass, but it quieted down after I ate a sub for lunch. No headache or anything. I was good to go.
All in all, lots of fun.
Oh! The balls! Remember the balls from the restaurant? There were more inside the bowling palace! Not a ton, but a group of people, with little kids, had some. Stacy and I looked at each other and just burst out laughing. I informed her we were being stalked. I think the balls were the funniest paret of my night. But that’s only because I don’t remember in fine detail most of the rest. LOL