I wasn�t really able to enjoy my shopping excursion, since I was suffering from a little self-induced hangover, the result of a boozer after work on Thursday. I�d like to be able to say that Patti poured shooter after shooter down my throat while my hands were tied, but that would be a big fat lie. I alternated shooters with pints of Guinness, then switched to grapefruit juice too late in the night for it to do any good whatsoever.
One of the urban myths I was betting on in my drunken state was that you burn off a lot of alcohol when you�re out on the dance floor all evening. Not so � for me, anyhow. Ah, I remember the days when a hangover was something to be proud of, the pain in your head the last remnant of a night of fun, frolic and debauchery. These days, I�m more apt to complain about the pain in my shins due to the spontaneous bout of Riverdancing I attempted when I heard �Home For A Rest�. In my bare feet, no less. In the bright light of day, I chastised myself for placing my daintily painted toes in the way of the boots of men, the broken glass of a bottle or pint glass and the filth of the general public. Damn, it was fun.
So, I�m home on Friday night (not having the heart or the stomach to go out again), and I have control of the remote as usual. The Boy loves to make comments about what a good thing it is he�s not epileptic, because the speed I cruise the stations would bring on the fits in no time. Ha. Ha. So, I landed on Much More Music and stuck there, just to allow myself a little room to argue the next time about how I don�t always move through the channels like a whirling dervish. Shakira happened to be up, shaking her booty while giving the camera a look. You know, A Look. Sex to the Nth degree with her inch-long black roots. Then it hit me: she is half Ricky Martin and half Charo, a true Latin rock hybrid. I always wondered why she looked familiar!
Cuchi-Cuchi!
Posted at 12:17 p.m.
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