Shaky

Yesterday was my beloved's birthday. On occasions like this we tend to do things that we normally wouldn't in celebration of the special day. Like, we usually don't drink beer at ballgames. We don't buy food, either. But yesterday we both kicked back two 24 oz. Rahr & Sons Texas Reds and we shared a basket of garlic fries (heaven!) with our two friends, Caffery and Harold, who came out and joined us in the searing son for nine innings and a Rangers rally.


Can you spot the budding bro-mance?

Now, two beers isn't a big deal to me. These, however, were big-ass beers. The equivalent of two 12 oz. beers each. I had a mighty keen buzz after the ballgame.


Must've been buzzed, since here it looks like I'm about to mug down with Caffery.

We sat in traffic for GODKNOWSHOWLONG! And it took us an hour to get to Dallas from Arlington after the game, a trip that shouldn't take any longer than 30 minutes.

We had already decided at the ballpark that we'd have oysters and beer at Aw Shucks on Greenville Ave. Between us we had 5 Dos Equis drafts, a dozen oysters on the half-shell, a bowl of gumbo and a shrimp po'boy. The bill? (drumroll, please) A measly $26.

So, we headed home to tend to the animals and we both had a couple more beers. We showered and then went over to a neighbor's house to celebrate Dave's 37th year. We then, had a couple more beers. I lost track of just how many after that. All of the sudden I was stumbling drunk and tired after spending so much of the day in the sun. I was dehydrated and fading fast.

I pretty much came home and crashed into the mattress. This morning I had a hangover that had a hangover that had a hangover. Oy. It was so bad that I had the shakes like crazy even after chugging two liters of water and taking three Tylenols.

Moral of the story: Don't start drinking at 2 p.m. It's a bad idea and I'm not in college anymore. :(