TMI Thursday: Again and Again

I haven't TMI'd for awhile which is really dumb. For a few reasons

1. Really embarrassing stuff happens to me all the time.
2. There is nothing I enjoy more than sharing it with you, my bestest internet friends.
3. When I run out of my goodness, I have my friends goodness to exploit which I totally can because it's in the rules.

First before I entertain you, let's give credit where credit is due- to the lovely, brilliant, talented (not kissing up,....ok maybe I am) LiLu. If you ever feel a desire to pee your pants you should go visit her. She makes me use words like awesomesauce. Later I have to whip myself like that weirdo albino guy in the Tom Hanks movie for using such a stupid word. Thanks Lu!

Hey- can you tell I had a brownie followed up by a Pepsi chaser?

I have to hurry and finish this post because I need to go clean my kitchen and my bathroom and behind the fridge and behind the dryer and organize my closet and do all my filing and, and, and.... before the sugar wears off.

The rules of TMI Thursday: ***Alright, folks, you know the rules. Join us all in humiliating the crap out of yourself every Thursday by sharing some completely tasteless, wholly unclassy, “how many readers can I estrange THIS week??” TMI story about your life. Or hell, about someone else’s! 

I was going to share the time we made our new friend dance with the handicapped guy in the hot club. But that was kinda mean- very funny- but really mean. Not so much because the guy was handicapped (think Jimmy on South Park) but because they were the only ones on the dance floor and the entire club was watching.  We all laughed our asses off.

So instead I will tell you about the time I had a date night with my boyfriend. Somehow he talked me into going to the strip club around the corner from our apartment and then to the bar next door. Nothing is hotter than going to a strip club with a man you secretly hope will someday go down on bended knee. Yes Bambi, that was sarcasm- I don't recommend it.

So to feel comfortable, I started pounding back shots...one after another, after another, after I don't quite remember the walk home. The next morning I awoke to the most hellish hangover of my entire life. Even worse it was Mother's Day.

My mother showed up right on time for our annual brunch. First we had to stop at Target. Great. There I stood in the middle of Target praying for death, my mom chattering away behind me when suddenly....

Yes, I did it. I puked in the middle of Target. Everywhere. In front of my Mom and everyone elses.

On the plus side, I felt much better after.

TMI Thursday: Again and Again