I.am.so.tired

Hell yeah, I'm still here. I am just so. very. tired. I was tired before we left (so much drama at my work, I can't even tell you), then we went to Cowpoke country to visit Candace and family this last weekend. Candace and her super duper cool girlfriends (HILARIOUS TOO) and I went out drinkin' on Friday night. We got home at around 2 A.M. Yes, 2 in. the. morning. And we all had a autism class to attend the next day. Holy crap. I drank 4 margaritas on the rocks and laughed until my sides hurt watching the drunk residents of Cowpoke boogie down to a 80's cover band. I felt like I was at a family reunion, only these cowpokes were dressed better than my family could ever dream of. Candace and I were asked to dance by a VERY drunk patron would informed us that he was the best catch in the casino that night. We declined, even after that great pick up line, and then he asked what our last name was. WTF? Candace said it was the same as our husbands, so our answer was still no. That confused him for a minute and then he decided it was a good enough answer for him and stumbled away. Damn it, why do we have to be married when there are so many fish in the sea?

We also had the pleasure of watching an incredibly good-looking couple gyrating and rubbing up against each other on the dance floor, song after song. If there isn't a baby born in 9 months after those dances it'll be a damn miracle. I admired their longevity frankly. As well as their ability to not go out and consummate their union in the back of their pick-up truck. I don't know for sure that they were driving a pick-up, but I imagined they came rolling in sporting a dinged up beauty with a gun rack holding a snow brush in the back window and a tie down strap holding the passenger door shut. Yeah, some of my cousins may or may not drive a truck like that, why do you ask?

Anyway. . . boy howdy, let me tell you, nursing a killer hangover on barely any sleep is not much fun at the ripe old age of 38. AND then having to go to an training about autism and look like you didn't come rolling in at 2 AM is no easy feat either. And I am still recovering. Every night this week I have in bed snoring by 7 P.M. Oh dear God in Heaven, it's 9:06 PM, I gotta go to sleep. No wonder I am yawning my face off trying to write this post! 9:06 PM people. Very. Late. How pathetic am I?

It was all worth it though, I had a great time, I can't remember the last time I was out that late, drank that much, or laughed that hard. All night. It was AWESOME. And I will do it again as soon as I can stay up past 9:30 PM again. It may take me 6 months, but I WILL kick this damn hangovers ass.