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That Time I Drank Too Much Wine On A Tuesday Night

So yesterday was a mess. Not bad mess – not the kind where you had a bad day or bad news that made you have a meltdown – and don’t worry, it definitely wasn’t a Britney Spears-2007-mess either.


Just the kind of day where you don’t have a care in the world.


I will paint a picture for you:

After my pretty busy/normal day at work, I headed off to training and had a really hard (but good) workout. I went home and decided that a glass of wine sounded delightful.

Two (five) glasses sounded even better… and then the rest is history.

I don’t know if someone put tequila in my wine or what; or if it is just the fact that I have cut back on drinking in general and am now apparently a lightweight but things got weird after that. I am usually a very mellow drinker and most people tell me they cant even tell the difference when I’ve been drinking – besides my ADD kicks into high gear.

Anyway, so I double fisted drank my wine. In my sweaty workout clothes… and apparently when you do that, weird shit happens.

I decided I was going to help Torrance with a project that he was working on on his jet ski (because I am so nice). He for some reason gave me a sharp object (a scraper) to help him scrape glue off of his jet ski.


The picture is bad, but I assure you we scraped glue off of that so he can put new glue and new matting on (ya know, “important man stuff”).

Actually, he mostly scraped glue because when I took a break 5 minutes in to “drinka mora wine-uh” and then sang the wine song he caught on to what was going on and he took my sharp object away. He is so nice, always looking out for my safety and all.

So after that, I ate Panera. Kind of. I ordered a Panera salad (strawberry poppyseed! My favorite!) and ate all the fruit out of it and then apparently told a 70 year old stranger that “that was the most expensive ^$&#($% fruit salad I have eaten. Ever. But, shit,  I’d do it again.”

So then, on the way home (and to clarify, I definitely was not driving obviously, so don’t worry or feel the need to call the cops), I decided that we had to stop at the store to get a box of Betty Crocker muffins because “those are so much fun to bake.

muffinoBecause apparently I like to mix eggs, oil, and water in a bowl and bake them for 16-21 minutes (actually, 23 minutes – they were borderline burnt).

But while those were baking (yes it definitely resembled an episode of My Drunk Kitchen), I decided to explain and demonstrate to the guys (using the cutting board) how much I love surfing….


I have never surfed.

And that’s when Torrance tricked me and set the oven clock an hour and a half ahead so I thought it was late and freaked out when I realized the time which would make me go to bed. Things like this make me confused about how I feel toward him – if I am pissed and want to get revenge or if I love him for it.

And then I gracefully fell asleep (that sounds better than “shamefully passing out on my face”) naming the states in alphabetical order with initials and arguing that “Iowa is IA not IO…because IO would be dumb and people might confuse it with IdahO” and then when I got to the M’s I got confused and told Torrance that “whoever came up with this shitty game was a moron because no one cares.”

Aaaaaaand….then I slept like a baby, and all was right in the world.


I am so relieved that I somehow got blessed with the “no-hangover” gene because I’m off early this morning to go take my drivers test (just a written test) to transfer my license from Alaska to NC finally… I mean, it has only been a year – it’s probably time Winking smile

Have a great Wednesday – and don’t worry, back to the regularly scheduled blog posts tomorrow!

  • Ever surfed?
  • Do you ever have days wher eyou just sort of mentally check out and just kinda dont care what’s going on?
    Yeah, obviously. I think this happens because I sort of always feel like I need to be in control of whats going on and sometimes that is exhausting so I just kinda take a…wine mental break.
  • How old were you when you got your license the very first time? How many times did it take you to pass your test?
    16. And I passed on the 3rd time. Hey, it was raining in Alaska in February. I went through a yellow light and they automatically failed me for running a red! There was no stopping on that zambonied ice rink.
11 Comments Post a comment
  1. Oh my word, you are hilarious. That’s all I have to say. 😉

    June 27, 2012
  2. this post seriously made my morning…tooooo hilarious. and dont worry, i’m even sillier when i’ve had a little too much wine to drink…Kevin can definitely attest to that 😉

    June 27, 2012
  3. Oh, Andrea, I just love you! I have definitely had those nights “on accident” before, and they ended up being a blast haha.

    I took surfing lessons in Maui, and it was so much fun. I definitely plan on doing that again someday.

    I was 16 and passed the first time. 🙂

    June 27, 2012
  4. Lol. I was not expecting that. What a night!!!

    June 27, 2012
  5. ha! Love it!! I was cracking up. I want those muffins? Tell me they are still edible. The conversations about the states sounds like something I would say/do. I’m surprised you remember so much, but I’m glad you do b/c it makes for great blog reading 😉 Maybe you can have some more wine tonight? lol. 🙂

    June 27, 2012
    • haha torrance so glady/kindly refreshed my memory this morning. I am usually pretty good about remembering stuff if i look back on it haha. i dont usually “black out” or anything.. that would be scary!

      June 27, 2012
  6. This is awesome! Obsessed with the title and the pics. Such a great Tuesday 🙂

    June 27, 2012
  7. StoriesAndSweetPotatoes #

    So funny! I haven’t drank in so long I’d be wasted after one glass.

    June 27, 2012
  8. Too funny! I always love the random nights when I didn’t plan to drink, but then did, and had a great time anyway. Definitely feels like college again 🙂

    June 27, 2012
  9. I love this post and your honesty. I have had my fair share of 5 glass nights where I order/cook food like crazy. However I do not have the no hangover gene. The next morning is usually painful and full of “did I really do that?” feelings. Luckily my fiance takes good care of me and puts me to bed. haha

    June 27, 2012
  10. Molly #

    Hah, this post is so honest! I loved it. Everyone has their days!

    June 28, 2012

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