Tequila and WIne, Another Austin Weekend

Taking Fridays off is a glorious idea. I don't know why I don't think of it more often. Last Friday was going to be a half day, but when I woke up that plan went out the window. I decided to take advantage of the beautiful weather and head to Austin early. It was a beautiful. I got to Austin around 1:30 and of course started my trip with food. Outside dining is what spring is all about. Since it wasn't quite happy hour yet, I switched it up and went with Italian food. Shocking I know.

After the food fest, H1 and I decided to spend the rest of the sunlight out of doors. We started at the driving range, because thy are BYOB and its cheap outside entertainment, really you should try it. Then we went to the park and watched the kites, tossed a baseball(?) and played big and little tennis. Little being half the court, its quite challenging.

After our strenuous work out session, it was time for tequila and queso, duh. At this point, something changed in me and I got hammered. I asked the waiter what drink had the most bang for my buck and he says the frozen margs. He brings out a fairly small size margarita but informs me it has three shots o tequila in it. Honestly, it was frozen tequila, and it was delicious. After we finished our very memorable discussion, sorry ladies it's gone forever, we headed up north for reverse happy hour. I did not need to do this. To make sure I was prepared, I drank a large sugar free red bull. Dumb. They haven't been "working" lately, but this one must have been super charged because I started acting like an 8 yr old who decided to down a Dr. Pepper Big Gulp. Embarrassingly hyper. Add to that 2 or 3 (again, I can't remember) margaritas and 2 or 3 vodka sodas and that was me at the end of the night. Drunk as a skunk.

The wine part of this weekend will come a little later.

Cause I Like To Party.

So this was a short weekend for me. Or a long one, depending on how you look at it. I got back from Chicago on Saturday. It was cold as balls there, got home and it was beautiful. Perfect trick or treating weather. Granted, I don' do that anymore, but I would imagine it was nice for those who did.

Made it into town for game watching festivities. Nothing like watching UT stomp someone, but the fact that it was our "toughest" opponent, def made it sweeter. We went and got into costume. My ability to make Nascar suits is actually pretty impressive if I do say so myself. At this point, I was ready to be drunk, just not quite there yet. Made it to the bar, and proceeded to forget large chunks of the night. I know there was Vodka, and I know that I stayed out until 3:00, thank you day light savings. Got back to the cousins, I'm assuming, because I woke up about 10 hours later in the extra bed.

Phone died. Sweet deal. Noticed that I was now number one in the college football league, way to go me. Started to mentally prep for Sunday football. Got Linden, made it to the bar. It was around this point that I realized I was still drunk, so that's good. Couple of buckets of beer, and I was on my way to another black out night. Smart for me, I stopped around 3:00, when I reached an appropriate buzz.

They conned me into watching a scary movie, anxiety levels were high to say the least. And at some point after 9:00, I made the trek home. It was one of those weekends that was more about who you're with than what you're doing or where. Great time all around, no drama, just drunk drunk drunk.

It's Tuesday And I'm Sick

For those of you not in the know, God has blessed me with one hell of an immune system. Or, what was one hell of an immune system. I never got sick, ever. People would get hit with the flu and be out for a week. I could live with them, and all I would get is a scratchy throat one morning. It was great. People are always sooo careful this time of year, never bothered me.

That was until of course, I started abusing my body with alcohol. Who knew. My body held up the first couple of years of college. Actually it held up until the last semester of college. My roommates would go to the doctors, be on medication, not and drink. It all seemed odd to me. I mean, just drink more water, maybe some vitamins, how serious could it be? Then I got a scratchy throat, that lasted all the way into the afternoon, and I thought, well that's odd. I took this as evidence that I was of course dying, so off to the pharmacy I went. Grabbed some Nyquil, Emergen-C, and believed myself cured. It worked pretty well actually. I never actually got that sick, made it to work, and school. The cough stayed in the throat, no fever, excellent. So, I kept up my regiment of vitamin C, just to make sure. One glass a day. Which leads me to the point of this story. One evening, I realized I hadn't made my drink for the day. This was around 8:00 at night. I was already in the process of making my 70-30 V&T. I really didn't want to just chug a glass of water and powder. Light bulb! Why not put the Emegen-c into the vodka tonic, kill two birds with one stone. I'll tell you why not, it gets you fucked up. I mean really. The berry flavor masks the vodka, so you end up making a really strong drink. And the fizz makes it even worse. It was awesome. Next night, we did the experiment on Linden. It was her turn to stumble to bed that night. Did I mention this was a Tuesday and Wednesday? And we couldn't even walk to our beds. Ahh college.

Right now, I am sitting at my desk, with cough drops, Dayquil, and Emergen-C. I have a big weekend planned, and I refuse, refuse, to be sick. Not gonna do it.

In honor of Linden's "Cocktail of the Month", I would like to introduce ya'll to the C.V.T. (Vitamin C Vodka Tonic, but you should have been able to figure that out on your own.)

Fill glass (or large Rudy's cup), halfway with ice
Fill with Vodka until ice is submerged
Top off with Tonic
Add One Packet Emergen-C

Ta-da! Enjoy!