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May. 2nd, 2005
Fuzziness.
May. 2nd, 2005 08:15 pmYeah, that about describes it.
I can remember most of what happened Sunday night after we got back from Hitchhiker's. Doc made up his Pan Galactic Gargleblaster, handed Wolf and I each one. Kiddo was sitting next to me, so I didn't drink any until I had sent him to get ready for bed.
"I recommend chugging and not looking back." Doc had said. I don't chug, so I took a deep breath and a large swallow.
Oh, the burn.
After the burning stopped, I took a second swallow.
By now my forehead is trying to fall off. Very strange, let me tell you.
Waited out the second burn, then finished the drink. Now I'm going numb. All over. I leaned back and asked Doc how long the effects were going to last. Wolf answered "It takes an hour to process an ounce of alcohol." Right. I'm going to be melting into the couch for three hours? JOY!!
Right about here is where things get fuzzy. I remember biting my tongue because the underside was numb but the taste buds were stinging from a burn I had garnered on chai at the theater. Doc gave me some funny looks, which I quizzed him on. He then proceeded to MESS with me, asking me what my question was over and over. After the fourth go-around, I announced he was MESSING. He said "Yes" and I scooted away in a huff.
Then I realized I didn't know what the kiddo was doing. So I asked if anyone had checked. OF course not. So I decide to attempt standing. Make it up to fall back onto the couch. Doc is laughing cause I asked him to come with me JIC. I swear a little, pull myself back up and manage to get to the bedroom without crashing into walls. Kiddo's sitting on his bed reading. I order him to get into his jammies and stumble back to the couch.
Another indeterminate amount of time, in which I'm sure I acted silly, I check on the kiddo again. He's sound asleep. Good.
Somewhere in there, Doc said something ridiculous and I announced "Tickles!" and tried to tickle him. He grabbed my wrists and we wrestled for a while. I did manage to tag him a few times with my fingertips before breaking free and huffing back to my side of the couch. Doc said he won. I'm not so sure.
After the general head trippiness goes away, and Wolf finishes his Front Mission 4...mission, I put on Katamari. I started a new game so Doc could see the trippy goodness of the opening sequences, then we traded off on the stars. We both made Cancer. Hee. "So yummy!"
About 830 or so, Doc declares he has to go home. He packs up his schtuff, I tell him where he can find some caffiene, and he leaves.
I drank some juice so I wouldn't have too bad a headache the next morning, and Wolf and I stumbled off to bed.
I'm glad I didn't have a second Gargleblaster, even though I REALLY wanted one. Next time, it'll have to be a Saturday night.
I can remember most of what happened Sunday night after we got back from Hitchhiker's. Doc made up his Pan Galactic Gargleblaster, handed Wolf and I each one. Kiddo was sitting next to me, so I didn't drink any until I had sent him to get ready for bed.
"I recommend chugging and not looking back." Doc had said. I don't chug, so I took a deep breath and a large swallow.
Oh, the burn.
After the burning stopped, I took a second swallow.
By now my forehead is trying to fall off. Very strange, let me tell you.
Waited out the second burn, then finished the drink. Now I'm going numb. All over. I leaned back and asked Doc how long the effects were going to last. Wolf answered "It takes an hour to process an ounce of alcohol." Right. I'm going to be melting into the couch for three hours? JOY!!
Right about here is where things get fuzzy. I remember biting my tongue because the underside was numb but the taste buds were stinging from a burn I had garnered on chai at the theater. Doc gave me some funny looks, which I quizzed him on. He then proceeded to MESS with me, asking me what my question was over and over. After the fourth go-around, I announced he was MESSING. He said "Yes" and I scooted away in a huff.
Then I realized I didn't know what the kiddo was doing. So I asked if anyone had checked. OF course not. So I decide to attempt standing. Make it up to fall back onto the couch. Doc is laughing cause I asked him to come with me JIC. I swear a little, pull myself back up and manage to get to the bedroom without crashing into walls. Kiddo's sitting on his bed reading. I order him to get into his jammies and stumble back to the couch.
Another indeterminate amount of time, in which I'm sure I acted silly, I check on the kiddo again. He's sound asleep. Good.
Somewhere in there, Doc said something ridiculous and I announced "Tickles!" and tried to tickle him. He grabbed my wrists and we wrestled for a while. I did manage to tag him a few times with my fingertips before breaking free and huffing back to my side of the couch. Doc said he won. I'm not so sure.
After the general head trippiness goes away, and Wolf finishes his Front Mission 4...mission, I put on Katamari. I started a new game so Doc could see the trippy goodness of the opening sequences, then we traded off on the stars. We both made Cancer. Hee. "So yummy!"
About 830 or so, Doc declares he has to go home. He packs up his schtuff, I tell him where he can find some caffiene, and he leaves.
I drank some juice so I wouldn't have too bad a headache the next morning, and Wolf and I stumbled off to bed.
I'm glad I didn't have a second Gargleblaster, even though I REALLY wanted one. Next time, it'll have to be a Saturday night.
