Hi, it’s
Christina –
Guess what I did last night? I went out with a
group of friends for dinner, and to listen to some guys from my high school’s
band play. Me, the perpetual homebody, the veritable hermit, went out and
partied. I haven’t done that in forever. We had a blast, but today I have such
a rip roaring headache.
It’s just not fair. For the most part, I don’t
drink. If we’re home and having a picnic, I may take a cooler, but then my
girlfriends laugh at me because they know they’ll be getting half to three
quarters of it, because I won’t finish it. At Christmastime, I make homemade
Irish Cream, and I will have a little bit of that – usually in my coffee or hot
cocoa. If we’re out somewhere, I may try a taste of something someone else is
having if it sounds interesting. Like last night, they had this raspberry beer
on tap, and my husband got one of those little sample glasses to try it. He
took a sip, made a face, and put the glass down on the table. So, with that
reaction, I had to taste it. Ninety-nine percent of the time, I can’t stand
beer. I think it tastes disgusting, and I can’t see how anyone could possibly
like drinking skunk urine (that’s what it smells like to me). Anyway, the
raspberry beer wasn’t half bad. I’d still never drink a glass, but a sip was
tolerable.
One of my girlfriends had a Cosmo, and it smelled
good, so I took a sip of that as well. I was surprised, it tasted almost as
good as it smelled, but again, I wasn’t ordering a whole one. Plus I was
driving, so there was no way in hell I was going to have any alcohol in my
system. So, as you can see, I’m a real lightweight when it comes to drinking, yet
after a night out, I wake up the next morning with a hangover. Again I say, it’s
just not fair.
The “morning after” aside, I had a great time
last night. At one point, I looked around the table and realized half of my
closest friends were there to celebrate my birthday with me. Bec (and Lenny),
Fran (and Carl), Sharon, and Dina all were able to come. Now if Barb, Barb (and
John), Karolyn, Kelly (and Wyatt), and Nadia had showed up, I would have been
over the moon. (I love the significant others dearly as well.) I can’t remember
a time when all of my friends were together, in the same room, at the same time.
So, the band did really well last night. I did
bust their hump a little. Once when Craig went to take a break, and I told him he
must be getting old, because back in their high school days, they could play
for hours without stopping; and then once when my friend Gary was singing and I
made him spit out his gum. He has a great voice, and it gets muffled when he
has gum in his mouth. I vaguely remember yelling at him for the same thing when
we were younger. Craig’s daughter was also singing, and let me tell you, she
had an incredible voice. Her tone was so pure, it was amazing. So, if you ever
have the opportunity to hear “The Craig Leach Band”, and you like 60s, 70s
& 80s rock, go see them. I think you’ll enjoy them.
Now, I did have one big surprise last night,
Gary, who I have known forever, and always refer to as “my friend from high
school”, was never actually in the high school at the same time I was. He
graduated before I even got to the high school. However, because the few
friends he had who were younger than him were the same few friends I had who
were older than me; we ended up knowing each other. All these years, I thought
Gary was a grade or two ahead of me, not five! It’s a little strange believing
something for a long time, only to find out that’s not the case. Oh well, I
guess I’ll have to say, “Gary is a friend I met when I was in high school” now.
LOL
I should get going, because I still want to give
you a new writing challenge, and I’d like to get more done on my editing
project. I’m getting closer, but I’m still not done. ARGH!! I hope y’all have a
Super Sunday, and happy writing!
Your Last Challenge was:
Write a
story containing the following three: Quest, Midnight, Promise
Because
of a promise he had made to a dying friend, James was now on the quest of a
lifetime. Around midnight, two weeks ago, James and Tom were at a bar, having a
drink after they went off duty, when Tom told James he had just learned he may
have a son. The news had floored James. He and Tom had become fast friends when
they met at the Academy, nearly twenty years ago. They were stationed together,
and together they climbed the ranks within the department. Ten years ago, when
they both made detective, the best friends became partners.
In
all that time, Tom had never told James about Becky, his first love, the girl
he had wanted to marry, but her father had forbidden it. The man was so against
a union between Tom and his daughter, he literally packed up his family and
moved them away.
Trying
to be creative with a mondo headache, is not working to well for me today. Sorry.
Your Next Challenge is:
Help, I’m
shrinking…
You have 10 minutes (be
honest). There is no right or wrong, just write. Spelling and punctuation don’t
count and NO ONE is allowed to criticize what someone else has written. Go.
