Hangovers from hell!
The remote this past Thursday was really fun. Lisa, the girl I always hang out with, brought her mother along. She even won something the radio station was giving away which made it cool since it was her first time coming out. I think she’ll be back this Thursday as well. We had a few men hitting on all of us, and they were cute too. I can admire beautiful men and women, but that doesn’t mean that I want to be with a man or cheat on my woman either. It doesn’t matter who’s flirting with ya, as long as they’re flirting. We’ll worry when it stops but for now we eat it up, as women should do.
Friday night Brea and I exchanged one gift each. We couldn’t wait, as usual. We go through this sort of thing every year. She gave me this beautiful chalk portrait of Marilyn Monroe in a matted frame and I gave her a pair of diamond earrings set in white gold. We were both very happy with our gifts. But we had one problem. Brea has more than one piercing in her ears and you could tell the difference between the real diamonds and the cubic zirconium ones. So Saturday morning we got up and went back to J.B.R.’s at the mall and I bought her another pair. They look good! We had to get out of the house anyways to do some shopping and while we were there we ate some lunch, it was fun.
Well, we get ready for the show at a friend’s condo that is right beside the crab house where Brea’s company party was being held. All I know is everyone had a real good time. Christie Michael got up on the microphone with us, as did a few other d.j.’s and people Brea works with. It was truly a Christmas party, that’s all I can say. I had been to a few of these parties in the past with Brea and I have to say they were nothing like this one. People were drinking and laughing and dancing and really letting loose, including ourselves. I was sick in the bathroom along with other girls, and guys were taking their clothes off and girls were all over each other on the dance floor… all in all, a pretty normal night for THAT GIRL BAND! haha My baby, oh, my poor baby… was wasted. This was at the end of the night so she didn’t make a fool of herself in front of anyone. I had to physically carry her down the stairs, and we almost went tumbling down the stairs and this is when I though I was going to have my first heart attack! It scared me so bad! And I carried her outside, and had to hold her against the railing, then drag her to the van… it was a mess. The worse was when we got home and I finally got her settled in bed. I had this projectile puke thing going on and couldn’t make it to the bathroom because I was in the middle of undressing and my pants were around my ankles, so I ended up puking on my side of the bedroom on the floor, so then I was stuck cleaning that up and I was falling all over the place. It was a mess, literally.
Sunday, the whole day, was terrible. My woman couldn’t move, not even an inch, without getting nauseous and puking. She couldn’t keep anything down and finally stopped puking around 9 that night. I took care of her the best I could. I was in the same boat as her, I was able to keep things down though. She needed the sleep and the rest anyway. She had started, ya know, and she had been working so much, she had just done a commercial for charity, a remote, worked all day, and on top of it all sick, and not to mention we only had lunch the day before. She was still feeling bad yesterday, now the cold symptoms were rearing its evil head again. So I got up and escorted her to and from work so I wouldn’t worry about her being on the road, she was still a little dizzy and sick feeling. While she was at work I got busy with the house cleaning. I mopped, dusted, did the laundry, gave Stevie a bath, washed out the downstairs bathroom, cleaned the rugs and all the rest of the stuff I normally do. By the time I was done it was time to go and pick Brea up from work. She was feeling much better, thank God. I hated her being so sick, and there was really nothing I could do for her but cater to her needs. She bought me a card to thank me for taking care of her which I thought was so sweet. She is the most thoughtful woman I know, and I have her, and she’s mine, and I love her! She told me that everyone at all the stations had a wonderful time and that it was the best Christmas party the company has ever had and that that’s all their talking about, still. That makes me feel good, we all had a great time that’s for sure!
Brea got up this morning with no problems. She was coughing a whole lot trying to get the congestion out of her chest. I’m going to get her some good medicine today that will hopefully knock it out of her. To be perfectly honest with you I still haven’t really eaten since Saturday. I have puked so much from drinking in this band that I have messed something up. My esophagus and the top of my mouth and the back of my throat hurt so bad when I try to chew or swallow anything, and that includes some liquids as well. A few bites here and there, I’ve starving. I’ve had this happen several times in the past but it would only last a day at the most. This is Tuesday and it still hasn’t gone away. I know what it’s from, all the acids in my stomach coming back up is not good for me, especially if you think about how much drinking and puking I’ve done these past few years.
I’m going to do some more work on this puter then do some exercises, to get my muscles and joints moving, and then take a hot shower to get ready for my woman when she gets home.
Friday night Brea and I exchanged one gift each. We couldn’t wait, as usual. We go through this sort of thing every year. She gave me this beautiful chalk portrait of Marilyn Monroe in a matted frame and I gave her a pair of diamond earrings set in white gold. We were both very happy with our gifts. But we had one problem. Brea has more than one piercing in her ears and you could tell the difference between the real diamonds and the cubic zirconium ones. So Saturday morning we got up and went back to J.B.R.’s at the mall and I bought her another pair. They look good! We had to get out of the house anyways to do some shopping and while we were there we ate some lunch, it was fun.
Well, we get ready for the show at a friend’s condo that is right beside the crab house where Brea’s company party was being held. All I know is everyone had a real good time. Christie Michael got up on the microphone with us, as did a few other d.j.’s and people Brea works with. It was truly a Christmas party, that’s all I can say. I had been to a few of these parties in the past with Brea and I have to say they were nothing like this one. People were drinking and laughing and dancing and really letting loose, including ourselves. I was sick in the bathroom along with other girls, and guys were taking their clothes off and girls were all over each other on the dance floor… all in all, a pretty normal night for THAT GIRL BAND! haha My baby, oh, my poor baby… was wasted. This was at the end of the night so she didn’t make a fool of herself in front of anyone. I had to physically carry her down the stairs, and we almost went tumbling down the stairs and this is when I though I was going to have my first heart attack! It scared me so bad! And I carried her outside, and had to hold her against the railing, then drag her to the van… it was a mess. The worse was when we got home and I finally got her settled in bed. I had this projectile puke thing going on and couldn’t make it to the bathroom because I was in the middle of undressing and my pants were around my ankles, so I ended up puking on my side of the bedroom on the floor, so then I was stuck cleaning that up and I was falling all over the place. It was a mess, literally.
Sunday, the whole day, was terrible. My woman couldn’t move, not even an inch, without getting nauseous and puking. She couldn’t keep anything down and finally stopped puking around 9 that night. I took care of her the best I could. I was in the same boat as her, I was able to keep things down though. She needed the sleep and the rest anyway. She had started, ya know, and she had been working so much, she had just done a commercial for charity, a remote, worked all day, and on top of it all sick, and not to mention we only had lunch the day before. She was still feeling bad yesterday, now the cold symptoms were rearing its evil head again. So I got up and escorted her to and from work so I wouldn’t worry about her being on the road, she was still a little dizzy and sick feeling. While she was at work I got busy with the house cleaning. I mopped, dusted, did the laundry, gave Stevie a bath, washed out the downstairs bathroom, cleaned the rugs and all the rest of the stuff I normally do. By the time I was done it was time to go and pick Brea up from work. She was feeling much better, thank God. I hated her being so sick, and there was really nothing I could do for her but cater to her needs. She bought me a card to thank me for taking care of her which I thought was so sweet. She is the most thoughtful woman I know, and I have her, and she’s mine, and I love her! She told me that everyone at all the stations had a wonderful time and that it was the best Christmas party the company has ever had and that that’s all their talking about, still. That makes me feel good, we all had a great time that’s for sure!
Brea got up this morning with no problems. She was coughing a whole lot trying to get the congestion out of her chest. I’m going to get her some good medicine today that will hopefully knock it out of her. To be perfectly honest with you I still haven’t really eaten since Saturday. I have puked so much from drinking in this band that I have messed something up. My esophagus and the top of my mouth and the back of my throat hurt so bad when I try to chew or swallow anything, and that includes some liquids as well. A few bites here and there, I’ve starving. I’ve had this happen several times in the past but it would only last a day at the most. This is Tuesday and it still hasn’t gone away. I know what it’s from, all the acids in my stomach coming back up is not good for me, especially if you think about how much drinking and puking I’ve done these past few years.
I’m going to do some more work on this puter then do some exercises, to get my muscles and joints moving, and then take a hot shower to get ready for my woman when she gets home.
posted by Angela at 11:49 AM
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