Anyway, last Friday I crashed the party at Bloghoppers where you hop from blog to blog and leave witty, insightful comments. Since drinking is encouraged while doing this, I was all over it.
Started at 5:30 and for three hours straight, I blogged and drank (Dogfish Head 90 Minute IPA with 9% alcohol).
In short, after three hours I was typing comments with one eye shut cause I was seeing double. (Thank God for the red spell check line)
Anyway, the blogs I read ranged from beer recommendations to a rape. I have to say, it was all very addicting, but I felt a bit sad that I was having a virtual Friday out instead of a real Friday out (and sad about the rape, of course).
OK, so after three hours of drinking and blogging alone,
three Friends showed up and we were drinking and talking and I was being the perfect host by engaging one Friend in conversation about home schooling and his son's hearing loss, being careful not to slur too much, and…
then I overheard Husband talking to Best Friend about…well, it all became a blur and I ended up quizzing Husband’s Best Friend on why he is opposed to my blog posting about MY SPOUSAL UNIT NOT BUYING ME A BIRTHDAY GIFT (if you want the whole pathetic story, scroll down…there’s pictures).
Turns out Best Friend doesn’t like the title of my blog and wonders why I prefer my fantasy life. I drink a bit more and tell him about life with four cars (one that works) and a leaky ceiling and kids who say they hate me, and a man, who after being urged by our kids (who weren’t hating me at that moment), refused to buy me a birthday gift. Several beers with 9% alcohol will do this folks.
Anyway, Husband left the room.
And I started to cry.
And Husband’s Best Friend sat next to me, put his arm around me and said really nice things, which I can’t repeat here.
And I cried some more.
And then in order to detract from my emotional meltdown, Best Friend’s Wife started to talk about the buckets of blood after she removed a dog’s spleen (don’t go contacting Peta—she has a license to do that).
In the interest of full-disclosure, Husband’s Best Friend and his Lovely but Blood-thirsty Wife did give me my one and only gift on my birthday – a wonderful basket from an antique shop.
And I’m just thinking out loud here…but if Spousal Unit and I split, and Best Friend and Wife go with him, does that mean I won’t get any presents?
So my point is: drinking while blogging is dangerous, but safer than drinking with friends in the real world.
And the cleanup the next day is a real pain.
19 comments:
It's always good to have a friend you can lean on AND who can remove a dog's spleen.
There's no walk of shame in drunk blogging, but what you say can certainly stick with you a while longer... some internet forum responses I made several years ago became front page (weekly) news (literally!), which doesn't speak all that well of Columbus...
(hugs) drinking while in the midst of marital conflict does tend to be messy, no?
Shhh...c'mere and I'll tell you a secret...
The other night, after this I was a bit frustrated...and we're drinking, eating brats and hot dogs for dinner with the kids. Son says, "I love this meal!" and Husband says, "Me too. I love tubular meat," when my buzzed up mind vocalized what I immediately thought, "Maybe if I had tubular meat down..." Ruh roh Shraggy! Wrong thing to say. Totally wrong. But it was funny! I thought.
And what about that fabulous wire sculpture of the Empire State Building? Drink a Dogfish to good friends and drunk blogging ...
OH yeah, drinking while mid spousal argument NEVER works out for me. Of course, I tend to get angry not weepy, but still no good. lol
I say you've got to make sure the gift giving friends come with you in any break up. ;)
BTW thanks for playing FlashBack Friday with me. Could you add a link to my blog for it though? :D And don't forget to come sign in on Mr. Linky so others can find you.
I always used to get angry AND weepy when drinking, which never is a good combo. BTW, just MAKE SURE you get the gift givers if there is a split up-otherwise you get stuck buying gofts for yourself on your birthday, which is really rather depressing. : )
BTW, great taste in beer. :D
Hi there. I'm not a blog hopper (no kids yet so me and the bf still go out) but I'm a fan of CG and I came here via her Flashback Friday linky. I'm thinking I have a new blog to put in my Reader. Nice to "read" you and drunk blogging is FUN! And definitely much much safer than drinking and interacting with people.
lol, as TZT said (and I am totally stealing ) there is no walk of shame in blog hopping. It's all good.
blog hoppin'
Loved your story! :0) And thanks for the tip on the rollerblades!
Thanks for coming to visit, after checking you out here, I adore you.
I'm a blog hopper, and I'm sure I've comments all over the blogosphere I'd be embarrassed about if I, um, remembered them.
Also, your about me cracked me up--i had an imaginary friend as kid named Peggy Margaret. I hadn't thought about that in years!
Great post. I totally know that one-eyed reading and typing thing you explained!
I for one, like the title of your blog :)
This is my first visit to your blog, and I'm so sorry to see what I've been missing! What an excellent post! (And great advice about it being safer to blog while drinking than socialize in real life!) Hope all is well with you! Hugs!
I've definitely been guilty of drunk blogging. Not as dangerous of drunk dialing my mother in law, which has led to more damage and a bigger headache the next morning.
I *do* like your new header, although I'm a bit disappointed not to have been included. :) I haven't drunk blogged yet. In NJ, they take your license to breathe for blogging while suspected of being under the influence of a strong tea, so I must be careful. Luckily, I'm crazy enough to say embarrassing, inappropriate things while sober. This gives RealWorldMom countless hours of joy!
On the one hand, you deserve better; dump him. OTOH, he did give you his sperm... OTOH, ... oh, thank the gods I'm out of hands! See, I really don't need C2H5OH to have a good time. :)
I like you. You're fun.
Peace.
I had to stop that blog-hoppin for a while. I'm a smartass as it is, and the rum made for some rudeness that only comes from a drunk dude with no baby sitter and a full bottle!
Maybe I'll try it again, sounds like you had fun.
I can relate as I am drinking right now. Apparently, the lazy ass that I am has not filed income tax since 2001 and now owe the Canadian government $23,775.00 -ha ha ha ha!!
Well, I can say you are a model blog hopper. It's an honor to have you emptying bottles and stumbling all over your keyboard with us!
Ooooooo Dogfish IPA! You've got good taste in beer!
Boy can I relate.
The worst part about drinking while blogging is the next day regrets but tis the life of a slutty drunk blogger, worry about what you did/said the next morning, when it is all a bit fuzzy.
Love your blog.
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