The Squirrel Chronicles

Thursday night Juan and I went out to celebrate my new cancer free state. He was hungry and I was ready for a drink! I don't drink that much anymore, as Juan is not a drinker, and I have few reasons to sit around by myself and get loaded. As a result, my tolerance has gone WAY down. I am officially a "cheap date". The last time I wore the title of "cheap date" was my freshman year of college, where I was initiated into alcohol with a game of Asshole and a terrible mixture of Sprite and Peppermint Schnapps. (silent shudder) It only took a 6 oz dixie cup to transform me into a bumbling mess of giggles and stumbles.
Back to Thursday night. I ordered a drink called Raspberry Lemonade Icetini. I wish I had brought my camera with me because it was LITERALLY as big as my head. I drank that sucker in a half hour and practically passed out in the car. (I was NOT driving)
As it has been 4 years since my graduation from college, I remembered the #1 Rule of drinking, but was so tired I did not heed it.
I didn't drink any water before bed.
I woke up the next morning and my eyelids were glued shut.
Ugh. Now I remember why that is SO FREAKING important.