Sunday, March 12, 2006

Narcoleptic Party Girl

It's no secret that I'm a fan of a couple of cocktails. I’ve learned over the years that wine is good and anything involving Southern Comfort should be avoided at all costs. Vodka and tequila can be friendly only if you don’t do them in shot form in combination with wine. There are other lessons there, but seriously, I don't think I need to keep you here all day.

For some reason, now that I'm getting super old, alcohol, even in small quantities, has the ability to knock me out fairly quickly. I’m fun when I drink. I can be obnoxious and loud, but I’m not angry and I don’t cry and tell everyone that I love them. I may drunk dial you or I may kiss you but I won’t get in a fight or call your mom names. Just don’t let me sit down, because that’ll be the end.

Which brings me to not only how I spent my weekend, but also yet another reason I love P.I.C. Because he doesn’t mind if I fall asleep at any and all times. Mostly because he is also usually asleep when I am. It all works out. We had plans to go out downtown with one of his friends on Friday night, but things changed and he ended up coming to my house. We went out for drinks, came home, had some more wine and I fell asleep. Not passing out, mind you, but "it's Friday -- the week is long I'm very old and it's past my bedtime" plain old falling asleep. Best. Hostess. Ever. We had rescheduled our Friday plans for Saturday night, and so we started out with aspirations of having a couple of drinks at his house with his friend C and then heading out. But then it was snowing and it was pretty cold and we got hungry and so the three of us ended up walking down the street for pizza and coming back to watch a movie. I would say that within less than an hour of getting home, all three of us were sound asleep.

So today P.I.C. and I went to the Avalanche game in the afternoon and when we got home, it was snowing like crazy out, which to me, is perfect napping weather. Of course, to me, the eye of a tornado is most likely perfect napping weather, but you understand. So he read the paper while I watched “Law & Order” and slept on the couch under a pile of fleece blankets. It was awesome. Then I made lasagna and we watched the season premiere of “The Sopranos” and also the polygamy show “Big Love”, which was also awesome.

So I leave you today with a picture that pretty accurately depicts my party animal ways. This picture was taken around midnight the evening of Joe’s birthday, and Joe, his brother, Sally, Ian and I were winding down. Ian was asleep, but woke up as the picture was being taken. If you look to the left of the picture, you can see that, as much as I love the camera, clearly? I couldn’t be bothered.

16 comments:

beckibee said...

You should try out this club in SF called "Cama" which is a bar full of beds instead of tables and chairs. Perfect for you!

Cheryl said...

I am always tired on Fridays, and most other days. I am however a very light sleeper, and probably couldn't sleep in any part of a tornado.

TrappedInColorado said...

Amber, I am the president of the NAP club of Colorado. We are looking for more members. You have to love naps (which you obviously do) and do not want to attend meetings, as there are none. Give me a snowy Saturday afternoon with golf on the tv and my blanket and my couch and I am in heaven.

Your hair looks very short in the picture. Do we need an updated pic on your profile? :)

Peace

Whinger said...

Napping is delightful, and should be attempted at every location.

Well done.

Sass said...

U crazy fun girl. I blame it on the wine and being comfortable with friends.

Kendra said...

Who's my little party animal? Who is it??? It's YOU!

If you need to nap on the big couch in my basement, it's always there for you!

Hope said...

I'm the same way. I can go all night as long as I don't take a break, then I'm out. I found Saturday perfect for napping too. It was 60 here though, and after taking a long walk, leaving the windows open and curling up on the couch seemed heavenly. I wish I was there now.

Okie said...

It's the wine. You should start drinking Red Bull and vodka.

Kyahgirl said...

you are so lucky to have friends you can just party and nap with . Makes the 'getting old' part easier :-)

Mr. Fabulous said...

What are you, 30? And you think that is "super old"?

I'd fly out there and kick your ass, except I know that you would slap me around and scatter my teeth like chiclets.

So. Umm... Maybe I'll write a letter to the editor...

:)

The Husband said...

wow, Ian fell asleep with his drink in his hand. that takes skill!

Jenn said...

"For some reason, now that I'm getting super old, alcohol, even in small quantities, has the ability to knock me out fairly quickly. I’m fun when I drink. I can be obnoxious and loud, but I’m not angry and I don’t cry and tell everyone that I love them. I may drunk dial you or I may kiss you but I won’t get in a fight or call your mom names. Just don’t let me sit down, because that’ll be the end. . ."

I'm telling you, we are sisters from a different mister! It's ridiculous. Everytime I read your blog it's like if someone's watching me and blogging about it! I think I'll get a tattoo that say's, "Amber is to Jenn as Jenn is to Amber."

Jenn said...

Oh yeah, what you said in Tim's blog made me love you even more. I think I yelled that somewhere in his blog, too.

Leesa said...

Oh, girl, that was really funny. I love reading you.

Jill said...

if you're super old, i'm like, uh, six months super-older. that's not cool.

dasi said...

At least you fall asleep AFTER the drinking and fun - if I'm not out of the house early enough... forget it!!