How Do You Handle Your Hangover?

This past weekend was my 3rd year running in the Easter Seals 24 hour relay.... Even though I only run the one time, I'm exhausted. With 50 people on my team, we were able to raise a whopping $40,844 which surpassed our goal of $35,000 and brought our 4 year total to just over $107,000 raised for the Easter Seals. Not bad for just a bunch of drunks. Other teams that have raised that much money are generally corporate & have been part of the relay for over 20 years.

It occurs to me that if I pour all of that energy into real life that I may be able to rid the world of evil. I'm currently looking to acquiring a cape but ther are so many choices... Colour, length, material. I was thinking of a traditional velvet but velour just seems so much more practical but seeing as it's summer I may need a lighter weight... it's just so hard!!!

So as the relay came to a close with all of our beer drunk and the limbo stick put to good use we muster our ways home for afternoon naps & recovery. As I drift off to sleep, I'm forced to think back to some of the more memorable highlights:

Being spanked in the ass by a man wearing pink bike shorts.

Yes, I think I knew my night was nearly over when Darren suggests that I pull the man's tights down & spank him. Unable to get in a good smack. It seemed like the next best thing was for me to bend over & hold a chair while stine photographed the debacle. It's official. I have no pride. No joke, the spank was heard all over the garden. I wasn't able to sit for a good 20 minutes & was conviced I'd have a hand print the next day. Pink shorts asked if I had a bf and if I'd be interested in giving him some tongue I say YES I have a BF... and NO, i'm not giving tongue.

What I'm wondering monday morning is WHO'S THE FOOL THAT TOLD HIM OTHERWISE! Never should someone have to explain to a man in tight pink shorts why you don't want to make out. I always assumed that it's a given.

So not content with wasting away a gorgeous sunday afternoon, I headed down to the Dragonboat festival to meet up with Andy & Nick at the beer garden. (I obviously hate myself). When I arrive, I'm bombarded by drunk guys that have never seen a blonde girl before. Not only was I getting a back massage but also was having one foot rubbed at the same time by a masseuse..... not too shabby I must say. I was promised the other foot if I went to the after party last night but alas, I was coerced into being a buffer for a friend's father's day barbeque where I was plied with more alcohol...

I may not be writing for a while as I'm checking myself in later today for rehab. WAIT.. can't today.... it's game 7.