So, Saturday. I got drunk. Really drunk. And, it was stupid (as most "I got drunk" stories typically are).
Mistake #1 - I ran 20 freaking miles. No matter how much you hydrate afterwards, you are going to be dehydrated and probably should not drink excessively.
After waking from a great nap, JP called to say that some people were coming over to his place to watch the game. Sounded good to me. I asked if I should bring some beer (duh, who watches a game without beer?) and he replies, "Hmm. That's a good idea." Okay... I asked if he had dinner of if I needed to eat before I came over. He replies, "Hmm. No, I didn't eat yet. We'll figure it out later." I'm thinking we're going to order pizza or something and don't worry about it. So, which at the store I call to see if I should bring any snacks. "Chips and salsa sound good." Seriously, you invited people over to watch the game and you don't have food or beer!?!?
It ended up just being a few of us, so more beer for me. And, only chips and salsa. Then, we decide we're going out for the night. At midnight.
Mistake #2 - Not eating a hearty meal before a night of drinking. I had 3 beers during the game. They tasted SO good! (And, by the way, shouldn't I be in bed sleeping at midnight after a 20 mile run?)
We went to a weird, basement, lounge-type place to meet up with some of his friends, and ended up only being there for maybe 30 minutes. In that timeframe I slammed 2 drinks. We then moved to a club, where we girls were having a great time dancing. And, drinking several more drinks. I did stick to one liquor that night (I generally get tired of the same drink and (even more stupidly) mix my liquors).
Mistake #3 - Drinking too much.
It didn't seem like a lot, but I was dancing and having a good time. It didn't hit me until it was time to go. Stef and I pretty much passed out in the back seat on the way home. Good think our boys are so good to us - they were a big help in the whole walking thing.
Mistake #4 - I pretty much didn't want to change into my PJs that night, so drinking some water before bed was the furthest thing from my mind. Still dehydrated and becoming more so as the night goes on.
Woke up around 9am with a killer headache. Took some Advil and slept for a few more hours. By 12:30pm I was perfectly fine, except for the fact that I hadn't had a real meal since 3pm the day before. I was SO hungry!!!! We went for breakfast, but after not having food for so long, as soon as it hit my stomach I thought I was going to be ill. Finally, after munching on some dry toast, I was okay and could finish most of my food. (Runny eggs never look good, let alone when you're not feeling well).
Sunday was pretty much a wash, but I did have fun. I felt so dumb for being so stupid, though. You'd think I would have learned by now. Sadly, it wasn't the first time and I'm sure it won't be the last time. :)