Man, I'm fucking pooped today.
Yesterday was one of my best friend's wedding, and I was in the groom's party. Three nights ago we hung out. Didn't really party too hard, we mostly just hung around and talked, I only had a couple of beers. I was out till about midnight.
Two nights ago was the rehearsal and dinner. I had a lot of stuff to do that day, so I really had nothing to eat all day. Just a few Teddy Grams (haven't had those in years!). So at the dinner, I decided to order a martini on the rocks, just a big glass of liquor. It all went straight to my head lol. I haven't had much to drink in a long time, so I guess my alcohol tolerance was really low. It also didn't help that I didn't really eat anything that day. Had a coffee with dessert, and had a coffee later back at my friend's house. I switched to decaf coffee a few years back and I don't really drink sodas anymore, so the caffeine really got to me. I tried to go to sleep around midnight, but even though I was tired, the caffeine was keeping me from falling asleep. I ended up getting about 4 hours of sleep that night.
So riding on 4 hours of sleep, I start the day of the wedding (yesterday). The wedding itself went great. Very smooth. We get to the reception and I grab a beer. I thought, better not start to drink too hard, I only had an Egg McMuffin to eat, don't want a repeat of the night before.
So I finish my beer, and I'm having a good time, so I decided to order a Jack on the rocks. Now here's the funny part. I have about half the drink, and I'm a little buzzed. I'm talking to my friend and I was saying "After a few more drinks I'll be all like..." and I start acting drunk (mimicking the effects). While trying to ACT drunk, I trip over the huge base of a tree and had an epic fall. I know "don't say" epic because it's played out, but the word "epic" accurately describes this fall. It was the kind of fall where it's like, "Wait, I caught it... Nope, still falling. No wait, I got it... Nope, still falling." And as I'm falling I hear my friend shout, "
TYLER!" as to say, "What's wrong with you!"
I couldn't stop laughing, saying, "Now every one thinks I'm drunk only a half our into the reception, and the bar tender probably wont give me any more to drink!" Haha, it was great. I'm gonna return my tux smelling of booze and cigarettes with dirt on it. They're gonna think, "This guy partied HARD!"
So going with my buzz, probably slightly drunk, I start dancing with my date. I never dance, not since I was very young. I had such a blast. All it takes is a little bit of alcohol and you'll see me dancing up a storm on the dance floor.
I made up SO many dance moves last night, the "crystal ball" was probably my favorite. People were like, "Whoa, look at this guy!" and I don't know if that was in a good way or not.
Probably both, depending on what I was doing at that particular moment.
Ahhhh, I had a lot of fun though. We all did. It was by far the most fun I've had at a wedding (not that I've been to many). The food was excellent, the people were awesome, good times. All that said, partying last night with only 4 hours of sleep the night before... I'm fucking SHOT today! And sore from dancing. Thank God I took off from work today. I'll probably spend the entire day resting. I don't even wanna go out to return the tux.
