Last day in Disney World we had nothing planned or
scheduled for the day so we decided to hang out by the pool and just relax. We stayed at the pool all day Sunday and my girl had the best time. My
mother started ordering from the bar about 1PM. By 6 I was ready to crawl in
the bed. I only had 4 ½ margaritas but you would think I had 20. Something
between tequila and sunshine completely toasted my ass. I laid down by 7PM and
tried to go to sleep. I don’t think I slept all night that night. I drank a
bottle of water but when I woke up at 4AM I didn't have a headache so I thought
everything was going to be ok. At 7AM we are getting up and cramming everything
in our suitcases so we can get down to the Magic Express Bus to take us to the
airport. It was at that time the tequila and sunshine came back with a
vengeance. Oh My God… I haven’t ever been sick off of liquor. I didn't have a
headache and to be honest.. I only drank 4 and a half drinks! But I am telling you
one thing… it was BAD… if it wasn't for my step sister (bless you jess) and her
athletic fit self I would probably still be sitting at the Polynesian Resort.
She ran back and forth with the luggage while I was trying to stop barfing and
keeping up with my child. I started to the bus and sat there waiting to get on
board… after we start heading to the airport I had to get up and go to the
bathroom. It is just big enough to sit down in and I was holding onto the walls
with both hands praying for the world to stop MOVING. After the second trip to
the bathroom we arrived at the airport. Let me tell you… there is nothing worse
than being sick hung over in the bathroom of a moving bus.
I then had to get in line and manually check in my
luggage at a kiosk/computer.
That was when I looked and saw how far the bathroom
was knowing that another wave was coming. I just leaned on my suitcase and
prayed HARD. “Dear Jesus, please just let me get through this line and the
security area you can start this all over again. Please please please just let
me get through all this where I can sit in a bathroom. I promise I will be
good” And Ill tell you one thing.. I didn't get sick there and I didn't get
sick again. I made it through all that – with Fallon and got to the gate and
just sat there .. knowing that I was going to be sick again. But I didn't get
sick. Rode the plane home and everything was fine. Got to moms house… hugged
everyone and we got in my car and hit the road. Now I will say that driving
home was a challenge. I decided to stop and get us something to eat. Brave.. of
me since I hadn't had anything to eat in over 24 hours and knew my stomach wasn't right. So I stopped at Chic-fil-a and I managed to eat a chicken
sandwich and it was the best thing I had ever eaten IN MY LIFE . Got home… fell
into bed… done.
It took me the rest of the week and the following
weekend to recover and feel normal again.
Of course it was all my mothers fault… had she not
opened a bar tab at the pool bar I would have never gotten the first drink..
And I think she actually brought my first one to me. Bad influence.
7 years later I have not gone down that road again…
don’t plan on it either. Tequila is not my friend and hell will freeze over
before I ever drink it again. Of course my boss thought it was hilarious…
apparently I left him a voice mail telling him how wonderful he was and I just
loved him. I don’t remember that… but he saved the voice mail for years just
for giggles. Every now and then he would play it for me… “remember this??? Ha ha ha ”” .. No sir I don’t… And that is ok
with me.
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