Went out last evening to the casino. Had WAY TOO much to drink....but then having missed dinner and gone straight for the tequila - it's no wonder that the sound of a ceiling fan is enough to do me in. I do believe that I am possibly still a little drunk.... *giggle*.
I must tell you that I was shocked and appalled that most of the competition out there has been toilet trained very recently. They are so young! (When did I get so old?). Anyways - didn't do so well as I had hoped in the flirting department. Alas - it seemed that my tequila was more interesting than most of the available men. Not to say I didn't get admiring glances - that would just be silly - but most of them were on oxygen machines and that doesn't sit well with me since I can't do the whole Anna Nicole Smith thing overly well. Also - they are a fire hazard so best to avoid them all together. The other men who seemed to find me attractive were all of 12 (okay maybe older but - I am sure they were way too young for me). Lastly - there was the group of German or Swedish (?) men that appeared to think I had very nice teeth... and we all know how I might feel about that at this point. I did, however, make friends with a 40 or 50 something couple that runs the local tennis/badminton club and have vague recollections of committing myself to tennis lessons at some future and forgotten date. I do believe they had decided that they could adopt me. I also befriended a lovely girl and her mother who only spoke Spanish - evidently when I am inebriated I excel at foreign languages. I can only imagine how that conversation went... and the reason I can only imagine it is because I can't remember most of it. lol.
I know I basically passed out upon reaching the comfy confines of my bed since I was still fully clothed and the bed was still perfectly made and I was tossed upon it as though I were no more than a throw pillow.
I have just returned from a trip to the grocery store whereupon I found a sale on Gatorade - and am surely convinced someone up there is looking out for me. I bought a case and am off to go about drinking the entire thing. At some point today - my most fervent wish is that the birds will stop singing so god damned loud. I think I shall return to bed - my Gatorade clutched firmly in my arms and try to stop the room from spinning. When I awake - fresh and overly hydrated - I will go about the business of trying to recollect how I ended up with someone named Sven's phone number written on my arm and pray like hell that I didn't return the favour.