Saturday night our friend Dan and his two brothers hosted a party. It was a house warming for Randy, Dan's boyfriend, who recently moved in with him. Or, that's how it was on paper. In actuality it was a crazy house party complete with an ice luge, bon fire, and kickin' tunes.
You may be asking: Ice luge? WTH is an ice luge? That's okay, friend. I didn't know, either. If you have experienced one of these marvels of the modern world, ignore the following link. How to Make an Party Ice Luge
It took Dan, his brothers, and Randy to carry it to and from the car. They were estimating it was 100+ lbs of ice. At one point I was lifting it and someone else would pour the shop down the luge to the waiting person at the other end. The three shots available were: Redheaded Slut, Purple Hooters, and 2000 Flushes. The next day we heard one person threw up in the car on the way home. It's okay, his wife was driving.
The last party we had I drank a little too much, ended up on video dancing (that went viral in at least one friends office), thought I was alright enough to take my handful of night pills, and threw up in various locations.
This time I drank a few smaller cups of the house punch that tasted like a Shirley Temple with a kick, 3 beers, and I did the ice luge twice... well, to the best of my knowledge. However this time I was drinking water between drinking alcohol. I went through at least 3 poland spring bottles. At one point my friend Mark told me to stop drinking water because it would increase the amount of times I would be running to the bathroom. He was right, but my water plan was successful. While everyone else had the spins and were passed out on the floor, I was able to text a friend to make sure she got home safe, take my night pills without fear of a reaction, and wake up unscathed from a hangover. But I did use the bathroom probably 6 or 7 times during the night in which I had to slide off the couch, avoid knocking over a lamp, find the wall for balance and placement, negotiate foot placement as not to crush Jessica's head, and when I was done do it all in reverse.
I did have a dream that is worth noting. Since I was a child if I'm sleeping when I have to sue the bathroom I usually dream of looking for a bathroom and either not finding one or finding one but without a toilet. When I was younger I would find the toilet and when I woke up my bed was wet. One of my most vivid memories of being 3 years old! This time I was looking for the bathroom and whenever I found a sign it led me to an empty office. At some point I realized I was late for an audition. When I got there someone tossed me my trumpet case that I had in middle school and I waited in line for the audition. When it was my turn something happened. I probably started looking for the bathroom again. When I woke up the sheet music in my dream was stuck in my head - it was the third movement of the Hummel trumpet concerto, the one I never mastered 9 years ago. It's funny how these things find ways to pop up.
