I was asked to provide you with a little more info about myself, from both PDX Mama (“Seven Things“) and Lucy (“Eight Things About Me“)
Since I know I’ve done something like this before, I thought I would deviate slightly from the original formula and instead tell you “15 Things I Learned During My Weekend of the Triple D’s—Drinking, Debauchery and Dopiness”.
As you may know, I just spent three days in Boston with my best high school girl friends. To protect the guilty, no names will be used in this expose, but photographic evidence will be admitted.
15 Things I Learned During My Weekend Of the Triple D’s
1. Seeing a large black car pull into the driveway to drive us to Boston made me squeal like a little pig.
2. I can get myself around Boston better than a limo driver. Specifically, I had to crawl to the front and practically drive the car from the highway to the hotel. He then asked me how to get back to the highway after he dropped us off.
3. Tapas is the best food to eat before going out since I could eat it without getting too full, leaving plenty of room in my belly for alcohol.
4. Leaving too much room for alcohol, though, was a bad thing when the laughing got so loud that security came to the room at 1:30am (we really are sorry, Room 2317). Plus, I started taking pictures of the girls doing things like this:
5. Even after almost *seven years of “drinking lite” (see title), I could still somehow put away three margaritas, a shot, a beer and some crazy drink that is topped in champagne. . .and then got up at 6:30 am to do some laps in the pool.
6. However, at about 5pm the next day, I fell into an exhausted heap on the bed and begged for a nap.
7. This nap was interrupted dozens of times, since I refused to shut up already.
8. When we walked up to the restaurant for dinner the second night, and saw no one eating inside, we did the smart thing and ran away.
9. However, at the next restaurant, I was told that the first three things I tried to order were “not available because they are changing the menu on Monday”; at that point, I should’ve just eaten the bread and called it dinner.
10. I also should not have done a shot called a “Red Headed Slut“, because then all my pictures started looking like this:
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Looks like a fun time. I have had much fun trying to determine what BFFTHFO might stand for.
I haven’t been reading your blog long, but I HAD to comment to let you know that I am crying because I’m laughing so hard! Thank God we can still be our fun selves occasionally while being Mommies! However, like you, I tend to feel pretty bad after a weekend like this so it’s best in my case to limit them to once or twice a year!
Four day hangover? Oy.
I had such a horrible hangover in December that I seriously contemplated never, ever drinking again. Really, the recovery time for that sort of thing just gets worse and worse.
Looks like yours was worth it, though. Good times.
Sounds like an absolute BLAST. I am getting ready to go on a similar weekend in Chicago at the end of the month. I hope it turns out to be as much fun as yours. And I hope I have the stamina you did!!
Sounds like breakfast Bloddy Marys might be in order.
So glad you had a blast.
Sounds like a great time was had! But yes, I hear you, can’t quite recover like we used to!
Sigh. That looked like a blast. And I’m still working on the BFFTHFO, too…answers?
I tried to find a link to ‘our’ abbreviation but couldn’t find it exactly—BFFTHFO stands for “Best Friends Forever, Til Hell Freezes Over”. Can you say “awwwwwwwwwwww”?
Ya know, i actually remember when you did this EVERY WEEKEND. Looking at those pictures, it’s almost like time stood still, and it’s 1995 and Club Babyhead all over again.
Fun! I live for it.
I found your blog through Gray Matter Matters and I’m glad I did. Next month I’m going on an overnight trip with my girlfriends and I appreciate the inspiration!