Moody Miserbale Martini Saturday, from the Party bus, to the pass out Taxi, to home with no keys...

Oh what a night!
Thats all I can say about Saturday, Liz's 30th birthday...
Well, we all know about my husband and how much he loves to go out, ;)
But he does get ready and go, and despite all his unhappy miserable thoughts of ways to get out of going, he ends up having a blast...some times...
Well needless to say NOT TODAY, and I will totally admit its 100% my fault!!!

look how he humors me...

Ok so here is the rundown of the day...
I work at Karma all day - leave at 4, go home to see my loving happy husband. Do some running around, grab a few things go home get ready, and by 8ish we are off to Liz and Mario's to load the Party bus, (which I will have you know Billy said this was a disasterous idea that would just cause people to get more drunk...little did he know his wife would be the biggest offender...Poor guy)
So I brought a bottle of Pomegranite Martini to Liz's, I am not a big beer drinker, and since I have turned 30, every major event turns into a major diaster when it comes to me and alchohol. So I figured I would play it safe and drink my usual and stay "safe" so this way no one was mixing me anything strong and nothing crazy would happen. Well my intentions were good, please keep that in mind...
So we are at Liz's I had two small drinks, seriously like small orange juice size glasses, and then I had a small empty water bottle, filled it up with my pomegranite martini. The bus came, and we were all warned $500 bucks if you get sick on the bus, you had to pay for it. So I went into the kitchen and grabbed some trash bags just in case. I figured this was smart of me - can we say "JINX" because I def. jinxed myself, right then and there. So bus was here and we all piled on!!!!
When I mountain climbed the cooler in my new wedge sandals, holding my wad of trash bags, someone should have sent me home then, I just can't help myself, I love to have fun and I love to be silly!

(see my bottle)

So we got on the bus at 9 something and from there time was lost...
When we got to Mad River in Old City Philadelphia, and we stood in line I had to do what every girl has to do after a long bus ride, and that was an event all in itself!Thanks to Helena for the buddy system!
So then I got my groove on and then I am not sure what happened next thing I know I am outside, getting sick, getting in the cab - Billy asking me to identify busses because my keys were on the bus and his keys were in my car at Liz's and I couldn't help him because they all were white with no lights on...I could barely open my eyes, so we called my dad, and that was when I knew this was a night I would never live down. Thank goodness my dad is a good sport and thank goodness I wasn't putting him out because that thought was making me feel even worse (the next day).
So I was good in the cab, he had to pull over once on 95, and that was pointless, I think at that point I was just experiencing motion sickness from the good old cab drivers excellent driving skillz!
So we finally arrive home, and my dad gives me the good old laugh, the one that stayed in my head, it was even in my dream all night long...
I woke up with the worst feeling everywhere, and laying next to a wawa turkey hoagie, As soon as we got home my darling husband who is forever taking car4e of me ran out to get food because he knew I didn't eat all day and thus this was the end result! These hangovers get worse and worse as the days go on, The older I get the worse off I am. I can't let this happen again, I am obviously not the same girl I was when I was in my twenties, even though I love trying to convince myself that I am not old. I promise lesson learned, for now anyway!!!
Well after talking to Liz later that next day, apperently it was a domino effect- I just happened to be the first to go down! LOL...and HAPPY 30TH BIRTHDAY LIZ!!!!