Thursday, February 7, 2008

strike two...

My very good friend Tanya gave me the flu. Well, since she had it first, I get the pleasure of blaming her. At first I thought I had a hangover... Wait, let me back up a bit.

Friday night Craig and I went to meet his friend Scott at a local well known dive on the river for some karaoke. I was feeling a bit rundown so I jumped in the shower and my hair turned out AMAZING! So, no matter how I felt or what we may be doing, I could not keep this hair to myself. Well, it was a rough show. And the wine list was not much better. We settled on vodka. When Scott asked what we were drinking, Craig responded, "Shitty Wine List". 'Nough said. I would say that the demographic in the place was 45-60, mostly Caucasian husbands and wives doing their part to slaughter any number of songs. And since I was feeling less than stellar, I couldn't even get myself drunk to make the music sound better. Because that's what everyone was telling me that I MUST do. Especially the relic next to me with his Camel breath, nicotine stained teeth sporting an every so stylish Members Only jacket circa 1983. Jack or Bob or whatever the relic's name was jumped up to the front of the room and grabbed the mike. Is Johnny Mathis dead? Because he should have been after that night. So, we decided to call it an evening and head home.

When I woke up the next morning I felt like I had the WORSE hangover...but it takes alot more than two drinks to knock this lady down. Is it possible to have a hangover from karaoke? Never say never... But, then came my old friends, fever, chills, and body aches. Hello, friends. By Sunday, Craig was down too. ARGH! So, I was down and out until Thursday. And as I sit and type right now, I am still coughing like an emphysemic hag. I have lost two, count them, TWO three-day weekends to the flu in the last two months. I'm pissed and I demand my time back. Oh yeah, those bitches on The View piss me off too...idiots.