Sun + Alcohol = Problems
Rum + Joanne = Problems
Early this afternoon, I decided that I was going to the pool to swim and get some sun. It was so freaking hot that I didn't stay very long. For dinner I decided to go toBahama Breeze. There I decided that I wanted to have an Island Quencher (pretty much vodka & cranberry) and the West Indies Patties. But did I stop there? Noooo. I thought I also wanted a Mojito. That so didn't agree with me but I wasn't about to let it go to waste. The best thing about it was the stick of sugar cane that they put in there. The Mojito made my stomach dance, which isn't good at all. I was afraid that when I went to the restroom, I might have to make an excuse of "The doctors just diagnosed me with bulimia and I'm trying so hard to be good! " (I know, I know. Really bad joke. But I really felt crappy.) I made it home safely. It sucks that I have to drive a couple of miles to drink and then drive back home, when before it was walk/stumble back home along the streets of Charleston.
I'm so drained from the sun and I'm loopy from the alcohol. I'm gonna take a nap.