Doing the splits

In retrospect, it was probably unnecessary for me to do the splits in the garage.

It was already a rager of a party.

But my splits were joined by others’ splits and before you know it, EVERYONE was doing the splits.

And by EVERYONE, I mean all two of us!

LOL

I have no clear recollection of what I drank or how much.

What I DO remember is the nasty little hangover I had the next morning.

I drove myself home, crawled into bed, and slept for the next 4 hours, pretty confident that I was dying.

As it turns out, I didn’t die, my headache went away, and I was left voraciously hungry.

Just so you know, I didn’t IMMEDIATELY remember that I did the splits.

No.

I was walking around wondering why my legs were so sore when the memory came flooding back to me.

Falling over while doing the splits in front of Halloween party guests.

Here’s the pic to prove it. . .

UnSCruz Day 2: Crash and Burn

IMG_9569The upside of camping at UnSCruz is that you get to party with your friends in one of the most creative and stimulating environments you can imagine.

The downside of camping at UnSCruz is that you may partake just a wee bit too much of the jungle juice and wind up with a wicked hangover the next morning. . . and the memory of taking a tumble on the grass in front of everyone.

Which is basically what happened to me.

Yes, too many vodka and lemonades for me made for a REALLY fun Friday night but a VERY somber Saturday.

I managed to drag myself around the fairgrounds with a friend on Saturday. We saw the sights – a guy with a baby gosling. A stegasauraus art car. We even visited the rose garden and saw a rose called (I kid you not) Ketchup & Mustard.

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We even saw a derby race where pairs of people ran around a course, one with their arms tied around the others waist and the other wearing a horse head which effectively blinded them from seeing where they were going.  Great fun, btw!

But I was flat.

Deadpan.

I was barely making it from one step to the next.

My head was ringing.

I was determined not to let anyone see how hungover I was.

Silly girl needs to watch her liquor intake!

Finally, after sampling a little of my sangria at Mist’R Cool’s potluck, I begged off the evening’s activities.

I climbed into bed, put in my earplugs, slipped myself two ativans, and crashed in my tent trailer.

Not exactly the illustrious ending to my camping trip I was hoping for.

Next year, I will be better company.

I will drink beer instead of vodka.

And I will dance til the sun comes up.

Just saying. . .

Brass Tax

Brass Tax in the city was ah-mazing.

It’s a mini burner celebration that pops up in San Francisco the day after Halloween and goes from 9 am to 5 pm.

This year, Brass Tax took place on Treasure Island, with a GORGEOUS view of the city as a backdrop.

A friend met me there and we sat and listened and danced to EDM for the better part of 3 hours until I left.

I was feeling a little hung over, to tell you the truth.

For the first hour I laid on a blanket on the lawn and snuggled with my friend.

Then we popped open the wine and shared some Malbec.

Everyone looked amazing in their costumes. I don’t think I saw a single person there who wasn’t wearing a really creative, cool costume.

But I was literally exhausted from my Halloween festivities and so I opted to leave early and head home for a nap.

Here are some pictures from Brass Tax:

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