The Morning After

...I want to lie down in my bathroom and die!

We had our restaurant Christmas party last night. I wouldn't call it the best we've ever had but it was a lot of fun. Maybe a little too much fun.

I got all dressed and picked up my Plus One, my BFFF of course, and we were on our way. From the get go, I knew it was gonna be a good night when I saw a group of people hopping from restaurant door to restaurant door only to realize that almost everyone on our block was having a closed party. Heh.

There was so much food! Irish car bomb cupcakes were my contribution. Now, those bring all the boys to the yard. It's always a good feeling to not have leftovers. It's like being the first of the girls to get picked in gym. They like me, they really like me.

Anyway, so we drank, ate, and complimented each other's dressy outfits. Oh, remember the mistletoe thing I mentioned in an earlier post? We had two mistletoe bushes hanging from our ceiling fans. Man, I hope someone got laid.

After the food, it starts to get a little hazy. With demands of some ass shakin' dance music, I ended up being the DJ. Nothing moves people like T.I., Ludacris, Michael Jackson, and Destiny's Child. You can shrug at the choices but it got people on the bar. Yes, ON. We danced the night away...

And now back to the present. I woke up with smeared makeup, regretting my drink choices, and mysterious bruises. I groaned while making my way to the bathroom. I had to get ready for work!

I've been in this situation before but no matter how hungover, I'm able to pull myself together and get the job done. I got to work, plugged up my iPod, and started on my side work. Little did I know that when the smell of soy and fried food crept into my nose, I was done for.

I reached deep and fought through my unforgiving nausea and succeeded in getting the restaurant set up. But, I didn't think I had it in me to last the whole shift. I had to call in a pinch hitter. Thank God exams were over! An angel called me back and agreed to relieve me. After she tagged in, I went home and crawled into a dark hole.

I emerged hours later, still not feeling 100% but alive enough to want to tweet about my current status. But gasp! I remembered forgetting my iPod at the restaurant. I had to retrieve it. When I got there, I couldn't help but giggle at the sight of the night crew. Including myself, we were all dressed like we were about to go to the Health Clinic. The fitted clothes we wore the night before were replaced with everything baggy and loose. It also didn't help that we looked like we were diagnosed with H1N1.

"Man, we had fun...right?" Was the fact/question of the night. After promises of swapping stories and not drinking for the rest of the week, I bid them adieu.

i do not want to drink like that for a while. Then again, Christmas and New Years are coming up fast. God help my liver!