Wow, everyone. I am a horrifying disaster area today.
Yesterday at work was a Magical Mystery Event: in the works for two months, revealed in the conference room at 3 pm Thursday. Two words: scavenger hunt. My team and I ran our dedicated ASSES off, in pursuit of a lock, a key, two tiny golden apples, and a whole bunch of answers to random questions about places in and around midtown Manhattan. It was a tremendous amount of fun, especially because my team WON. Although really, would you expect anything less of a team that had ME on it?
Then we all adjourned to a little Mexican Cantina at 6 pm. That was when the drinking began. Pitchers. Pitchers of margaritas and sangria. A few bites of food. Another pitcher of sangria. Relocation to Beauty Bar with a few select co-workers. A whole bunch of vodka.
And that is when Taydo and the Canadian joined me.
That is also the point when I cease to possess any coherent memories of the evening.
I know we went out dancing. I also know that I fell down (yes, I FELL my ASS DOWN) on the dance floor. TWICE. I think I may have taken poor Taydo down with me. I might have forgotten that part too, except for the bruises currently decorating my right side.
At some point we must have parted ways, although I do not precisely recall saying, for example, "Goodbye, get to your hotel safely" or anything. Nor do I recall telling a cab driver where I live, although that must have happened as well -- because I do remember being in a cab that pulled up to my front door, getting out, walking to the door, and then hearing the cab driver get out of his cab and yell, "Hey!! Aren't you gonna pay me??" Yeah. Ha.
So I attempted a sheepish grin, paid the guy, and somehow stumbled my way upstairs to my bed, in which I somehow MIRACULOUSLY woke up precisely on time this morning, despite utterly forgetting to set my alarm. Then I realized I had fallen asleep a) in my clothes and b) on top of a pile of books.
I have heard people utter a phrase similar to "I feel like death warmed over," to express the sensation of being horrifically hung over. I am here to tell you: I am not even warmed over, people. I feel like death, served cold. And mushy.
But: Hoo boy howdy, was it worth it!! Amen, woooooot.