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09:54 AM
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I drank one it became four... and when I fell on the floor -
I drank moooore...
that pretty much sums up the baby shower.....
people arrived EARLY - seriously - who arrives 20 minutes early?? I know I can be annoying with my tardiness, but even my ever-on-time sister-in-law was still helping put up decorations when people started streaming in.....
so with the help of my sister and sis-in-law - we put up decorations, placed hot and cold hors d'oeuvres on pretty plates and set out beverages..... this included 3 jumbo bottles of vino - white, red and pink..... and I realize now, I should really stick to beer.... I am a big fan of beer and I think that it agrees with me better than wine... I mean, I like wine, but I think I have a problem with it.....
so about halfway through this afternoon party, I started drinking wine spritzers (i've got this grapefruit flavored soda water that goes really well with sweeter wines)... most of the women stuck to juice since they drove, or had to go home to their kids, or came with their kids.... the problem was, we were using these colorful plastic cups and so my spritzer's were kinda gigantic.
People started leaving at around 4 (early to come, early to leave) and my family helped clean up and then they left, leaving me alone with half a giant bottle each of the pink & white wines...... I thought to myself, I'll have another spritzer before I finish cleaning (see, I have a germ issue, and the thought of 28 or so people walking around barefoot on my floors and also using the bathroom was kinda freaking me out - I needed to run a mop around and take some windex to all the surfaces in the bathroom).
I turned on a Blackadder dvd and munched on some leftover creampuffs and enjoyed my wine... kinda putzin' around the house... putting stuff away, throwing away boxes...... I took some pictures of the new paintjob, etc...... I was having a grand old time, polishing off the wine(s)......
the next thing I know - I'm waking up alone in bed and it's 12:30am...... my contacts are in, my clothes are on, my makeup is on.....
what the...???? what day is it?? oh shit - I have to go to work - it's gonna be Monday..... crap....
I look for Mr. Lost and find him on the computer..... he informs me that he came home around 10:30 to find me asleep on the floor.... and that I had gotten up and went to bed at that point.....
oops.....
he had been on the phone with our friend tom and he was telling him how tired I must be - that I had fallen asleep on the living room rug and tom was saying "yeah, right.... tired...... she's probably drunk!"
he knew me first and he knew me well.....
but hey - that's one cure for my germ fear - I had no problem relaxing on the living room floor apparently....
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speaking of germs - travelling is a good way for me to get over that as well..... the first thing I remember from many trips is the airport bathroom..... you land in a humid hot and sticky place, usually wearing clothes that are meant for colder weather and the first stop is the airport bathroom where I wash my face, change my shirt, use the toilet, etc. and already, I've got to get over the fear of touching surfaces and using public toilets.... it's like a crash course..... you have no choice but to deal with it and sure enough, after an initial feeling of "iiiiicccckkkky!!" I make do and realize that absolutely nothing will happen if the legs of my jeans touch the public restroom floor.... and on any trip, you're bound to be faced with many facilities that aren't ideal..... and you sleep on a pillow that multitudes have drooled on before you.... and you shower in a shower that hundreds of people have rinsed in..... and you realize that there are many worse problems in the world than sleeping in a bed of questionable cleanliness and you realize how spoiled you really are......
or maybe that's just me......
and speaking of foreign toilets - i'm always amazed at the variety of toilets in the world - I mean, there are some that have a push button flush, some have a pull lever flush, some have a rope that you pull from the tank overhead, some have a pedal that you press on the side..... it's always a game of 'what the hell do I do??' when you to a foreign toilet..... some places you pay to use it, some places you only pay for the toilet paper, some places don't have toilet paper.....
but then again, I find adventure in the strangest of things..... that, and I'm rather easily amused...... which brings me right back to being home alone with a giant bottle of wine :) doesn't really take much to keep me occupied....
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