A 6-pk of Beck's = a wasted Friday

Not to mention ever-so-narrowly averting the mortifying embarrassment of vomiting on a Metro North train. I RARELY get super drunk, and I still don't think I did last night. I didn't black out, I didn't start a fight, my head wasn't even spinning. And I never did throw up, either...or even dry heave. Charming vision, no? And yet, when I went to bed on my friend's Stamford, CT couch, I KNEW I was very drunk. Then I woke up this morning...way too early, at 8am...and knew even more that I had way too much. I could barely drink coffee and had no appetite. THEN I had to endure a train ride back to NYC. Sitting BACKWARDS. Most of the ride was OK, but toward the end, I was feelin woozy and almost got off in Harlem, afraid I may vomit. But I chanted to myself and struggled to remain calm till I got to Grand Central. And I made it! And I don't know that I've ever walked slower across Manhattan on my way to NJ. And then I couldn't eat until...3pm!?! I'm happy to report, though, that I got TWO free papers...a promotional NY POST and a USA TODAY that I stole from a pack just sitting inexplicably on a Stamford sidewalk. YAY!

So I don't know how people get drunk all the time. WHAT is the appeal? Because as I NAPPED (!?!?) today for 2 hours, I was enraged. Enraged at my 100% lack of productivity. Enraged that the TV even on low sounded like people had bullhorns. Enraged at the MOTHERFUCKING daylight streaming in, escalating the throbbing in my motherfucking head. Enraged that I let this happen. I had SIX beers in about a 2.5 hour time frame...on a VERY empty stomach. What is WRONG with me?! I had SO much on my agenda today...and I did NOTHING. Of course, it's only early evening now and i'm finally feeling better, so I WILL salvage my April 11th of 2008. But I don't know how some people get this drunk all the time. It accomplishes nothing. This is an AWFUL way to feel. And so I come out of it more of a control freak than ever, sure to fully buffer my stomach when drinking, knowing to pace myself. I must say, though, before The Crash, I had a hell of a good time. In fact, I officially christen last night as the Unofficial Start of Summer '08. Sitting in a yard drinking...delightful!