Wild party girl helps class valedictorian to bathroom to puke.
April 14, 2008 by rosie
God, I’m beat. And it’s only Monday!
We had ourselves one busy little weekend! Friday night I was set loose in a room full of 500+ bottles of wine for the tasting at the DAM Uncorked event. After my teeth damn near turned purple from the copious amounts of vino I poured into my maw, I ran into the valedictorian of my high school in VA (yes, I know…’tis a small world). Towards the end of the evening, after a martini at Dazzle put her over the edge, I was helping her to the bathroom for a little puke sesh. See? That is the fallback of being valedictorian (and, subsequently, a doctor) - no time was spent honing that tolerance! If she had started drinking at the age of 14 as I did, instead of doing all that studying, maybe she would be a little more experienced by now!
(Dear god, and I can’t remember if I told her about this blog - YIKES! Oh well, if so, this is payback for telling me she thought I would never have scored a man as “respectable-looking” as Kev. Oh yes, she went there.)
Saturday morning we were up at the crack, per usual, with visions of flat white ceiling paint in our heads. We spent the day with our necks crooked up and our hangovers (well, mine anyway) kickin’. After all the ceilings were done, we packed up and came home to shower for an engagement party Saturday night. I drank 4 glasses of wine at the party and felt NOTHING.
On Sunday Kev went for an 18-mile run, god bless him, while I wielded my magic with my new best friend, the paint brush. The living/dining room is now a lovely shade of gray, while the color in the office is not quite so lucky. It kind of resembles what one might find in a baby’s diaper, though should you come over to my house, let’s give you a more pleasant reference: it looks the color of peanut butter.
You do like peanut butter, don’t you?
I love peanut butter. But not on my walls. Because if there actually was peanut butter on my walls. Well, I’d probably spend the rest of the week licking it off. Yes, that’s how much I like peanut butter.
PS - You kind of scare me. I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep pace with you on your trip to Chicago. :-)
I have oft windered, can you see who looks at your site?
“respectable-looking”? was kev wearing his holiday vest to deserve such a sassy title? mark would have a ball with this!
Nope, no special sweater vest. But a tucked-in collared shirt!
I asked her what kind of guy she thought I would have ended up with and she said “a hippie with tattoos”….oh, if only she could have seen Kev with his long hair and hemp necklaces!
Any valedictorian who can use the word “maw” is surely a friend o’ mine. :)
The valedictorian of my high school was always trying to take me under her wing. She would tell me I should join her in running 10 miles every morning. Back then, physical activity and I didn’t really go together. I was too busy working, maintaining a 4.3 and participating in 24 clubs/community service. (Yes, I was insane). Anyway, she found me online sometime last year. She’s a really sweet girl, but she totally backhanded complimented me also. Something about how good I looked. Yea…I’ll admit that I was a slob back then, but still.
roxy+hippie with tattoos=southern lovin’ 4ever
My high school Valedictorian and most of the honors class were all falling down drunks….very intelligent falling down drunks…but drunks the same. Several nights after graduation, about 10 male members of our graduating class (all honors types) broke into the Principal’s office, trashed it, pooped & peed all over the place, and generally gave the office their ‘best shot’.
Whiskey, Vodka, Rum, various mixers and various bodily fluids all left at the scene.
The High School administrators weren’t smart enough to think to do DNA testing so no one was ever caught.
So…what’s new on the house??? Any more pix?