How was yours?
Ethan was supposed to run in the Varsity Men 1600 for an invitational track meet on Saturday.
He didn’t.
He learned the hard way that you do not mix cold medication (cough suppressant / expectorant) with a 5 Hour Energy drink. Pfft. Dumbass.
He was sort of talking in run on sentences that made no sense and was rather dazed. The only thing I could make out was, “But, I really want to run! That’s what I DO!”
We left the meet, took him to get something to eat (he ate 5 Carne Asada tacos) and returned him (nearly completely improved) to the meet.
The team seems to have hit a rough spot because we have runners falling out left and right. T. (a Senior, Team Captain, and one of Ethan’s close friends, and the distributer of nicknames that apparently last a lifetime but does not have one himself) jumped into the lake that they run to almost every day last Thursday. When he came out he said he had hurt his little toe.
That was an understatement. He broke it back in his foot behind the joint. T. is out for two weeks and is on Vicodin. That makes for a pretty funny T. from what I hear. Seal (another senior and yes, that’s a nickname) is the son of a local veterinarian. He attempted to look at T.’s toe. The conversation went a little like:
“DON’T TOUCH IT!!!!!”
“Just let me look at it, it looks like it’s broken.”
“DON’T TOUCH IT! WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE ALL TOUCHIN’ ME, SEAL?!?!?!?!”
“DON’T TOUCH IT!!!!!”
These are some of the hardest training young men I’ve ever seen. They work their asses off and apparently the only thing it doesn’t do is prevent them from acting like typical men when they get hurt.
Ethan fell while at practice (ran through a water puddle and slid) he was back up quickly (bleeding but still running) and as he hopped back up Seal ran by him and yelled, “Nice one, Freshie!!!” and kept running.
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Saturday night we left Ethan with the kids (all three unmedicated) and went out to a local mexican restaurant for Purple Cadillac margaritas. (Ok, I had 2 and mike had a draft beer)
I was going to drunk dial Miss Britt because I totally owe her for the laugh on Thursday night. But, I didn’t because we went right home and I fell asleep. Come to think of it, I think I forgot to take my birth control pill and my Lexapro. Fabulous.
How was your weekend?
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March 26, 2007 @ 4:08 am
Came home drunk and went to bed? What an old lady!
March 26, 2007 @ 5:16 am
Oh No! you forgot the pill!
what does one do in that situation?
just start knitting baby blankies?
March 26, 2007 @ 7:18 am
Avi Pffft. Shuddup. You never mention drinking… that makes me wonder if it doesn’t bring out your true age as well. “Awww, look at him, he looks so sweet and peaceful, snoring with that comic book propped on his chest.”
Bluepaintred ACK!!!! Bite your tongue… er… fingers!!!!! :shock:
March 26, 2007 @ 8:31 am
We can’t all be the shit sitcoms are made of on booze…
March 26, 2007 @ 8:58 am
Miss B Hmmmm… so true. So true.
March 26, 2007 @ 9:15 am
Amy, if I ever tell a drinking story, there will be rampant nudity, stupid human tricks, and probably some type of bodily fluids.
Britt, you can! You’re like a sitcom in and of yourself.
March 26, 2007 @ 9:45 am
Avi If? IF come now… just because alcohol is involved is absolutely no reason not to embarass yourself as you normally would sober. Do tell!
March 26, 2007 @ 12:33 pm
I mean, if I ever have one in recent times. Give me three weeks and let’s see if I have a good one to share.
March 26, 2007 @ 12:38 pm
Avi Oh, I’m sure you will… it just won’t involve you.
March 26, 2007 @ 12:40 pm
It might involve me. I might relax my stance and start drunk dialing too.
March 26, 2007 @ 12:51 pm
Your weekend sounds way more fun than mine. Mine involved a bad back, and a friend puking all over my garage. I think I would way rather fall into bed drunk. I KNOW I would.
March 26, 2007 @ 1:22 pm
Avi That almost sounds like a threat… :twisted:
CrazyLady The bad back does not sound like fun at all. But, if a friend ended up puking - I’ll bet everything leading up to the puking was pretty fun. Maybe?