I Must Be Getting Old

Monday was a Staff Development Day at work. It was also Weezie's birthday. Seeing as we didn't have any kids, Weezie, Kelly, and I left at 2:30 to hit the bar. The only people there were a couple of grouchy old men, and the bartender, G. G was her usual loudmouth and shocking self, and since she LOVES teachers, she plowed us with free drinks. A few hours later, (yes, I said hours) Weezie and I mosied on down to Claire's restaurant for dinner. We were of course given star service and visited by Matthew, Lupe, and Garrick. Claire fixed us up with champagne and wine and an awesome dinner. So she is a lovely angel, but also the DEVIL.

While I was in the bathroom, Claire convinced Louise to go back to the bar.

Mind you, this is a MONDAY night, and Weezie and I have to be at work EARLY in the morning. And by this time, it is only about 8:30-9:00. So of course we return to the bar (and here I am purposely leaving out the phone calls I made while driving there, proving only that I shouldn't be driving) where we are now greeted by the bartender Orla, who loves us just as much as G does and continues to supply the neverending drinks. We are also met by Mikey (of course) as well as the drunk blue collar men that had been in the bar on our previous visit earlier that afternoon.

Without supplying you with all the dirty details, I will only say that I smoked TWO cigarettes that night, and as Claire says, you know I am stinking drunk if I am smoking (seeing as how I am NOT a smoker and never have been). I will also tell you that I got home at 1:00 a.m. that night (and please don't ask me how). I do know that I managed to brush my teeth and wash my face before falling into bed, where I remained in the same position all night until the alarm rang at 6:30.

Somehow, I stumbled into work, feeling VERY tired and with a small headache (which is somewhat surprising). When I spoke to Weezie around 10ish, she related to me that she "had the shakes" and didn't know if she would make it to lunch. I spoke to Claire when she herself stumbled into work around 10:30ish, and she said I "was evil and must be destroyed."

Oh, well. It still went down in the books as "The Best Monday Ever." Happy birthday, Weezie.