Thursday, May 7, 2009
I had one of those bad, hazy rude awakenings this morning; I realized that I passed out on the couch and fell asleep with the lights on and with parts of my suit on from the night before (this actually sounds familiar, I've done this before). Babyboo did not even know when I had gotten in.
I want to believe that I looked like a rock star waking up after a night of ridiculous partying and crazy adventures but I think the scene looked more like the nesting grounds of vagrant or a wino (which is not that far from reality).
I had partaken in some good parties/dinners in the last couple of days; back to back, in fact, and involving early flights back and imbibed with vino (my situation could also have been exacerbated by the fact that I went out after those dinners as well) but it took it's toll yesterday night when I got home and my body shut down.
The guilty confession of this all is that I don't know if I have brushed my teeth in the last couple of days. Sorry to say. The night before, I forgot my toothbrush and toothpaste, so I took the mouth wash in the hotel and gargled, flossed with loose thread, and then chewed some orbits gum. That's pretty good right?
I know that I could have easily gone to a store to get some but that would be too easy and as for yesterday, it's all a blur and I know the puddle of drool this morning would not have been as epic as it was. I have to go to work again; why change? One side of my suit still looks pressed, so I'll go with it. Can someone in the world brush their teeth a couple of times on my behalf to cancel the deficit that I have built?