Wow, what a few days it has been!!! We went to Mandy's birthday party at the bingo place. It wasn't too far luckily but we were to be there at 6:30. We stopped at the gas station to get us each a Monster. We stopped drinking those after we stopped Door Dashing, but we knew we were going to need them going out later than the norm. We are home bodies and I am a day drinker. Plus, I don't care for crowded places, but I really wanted to go for Mandy, and I would have loved to have won some monies!!!!
When we walked in, they have a guard at a desk. There is a sign no bringing drinks, food, etc. because they have a kitchen and "bar". The games started at 7, but Mandy wanted to make sure they had enough tables/seats because there were quite a few of us. I noticed it smelled like stale cigarettes but figured it was from when they used to allow it maybe. It was an older building. Bryan pointed out that it was tied to VFW so that was cool. After we sat our stuff down and gave Mandy her gift to open later, she pointed us to the line where you buy your stuff to play. We got in line and (they take cash only) I told Bryan what Mandy has said to buy. Like I said, our first time (and last!!). We each got the 60-dollar packet, and they kept mention computers. I even saw on the website win computers!! My ass thought they were talking about laptops. Nope. They were not.
We walk over to the table where Mandy is sitting with us (Thank God) clutching our receipt with these little other receipts to it. She explains to us we need to go over to this other area to get the "computers", and when she pointed, I had assumed it was the bar because it said Triple Crown in big lights, it was not and apparently the name of the place. We go over there and there is one gentleman who does not speak English manning the "computers". I shall call them tablets from now on because they reminded me of those you can play at Buffalo Wild Wings. We show him our tickets like we are in line at Costco, and he just pointed to the tablets and said, any one!
Bryan and I each had 5 tablets. I gather mine up and precariously walk back to the table looking like a complete dumb-ass, I am sure. I look around and see then how they just stacked theirs on top of each other. Touche.
Mandy shows us how to set them up. Kind of in a half circle shape. I'm stressed, so Bryan and I go to the concession/bar. They actually had some delicious looking food; I can't complain about that. Their little bar was to the left, and I was shocked they had beer on tap! I thought, score!!! 7 bucks for a pitcher of Bud Lite - sold!!! Order my pitcher, was it the biggest pitcher, no - but I could easily get 4 glasses out of it or share if I choose to in my plastic cups. In front of Mandy and her two friends sitting across from Bryan and I, they have the paper sheets with a "dauber" AND the tablets! I start to get a little overwhelmed, thinking I had to keep up with both - I mean that is a LOT going on y'all. Husband of the Year saw right away though, we both started asking more questions, I poured another cup of beer, and lo and behold the tablets played on their own and we didn't purchase the paper ones! That meant sit back, drink, eat, and watch your electronic devices! Now right now you may ask about the cleanliness. Negative. I never saw anyone wipe those stupid tablets down - but I would wash my hands when I went to the restroom and drink more to not think about it.
But guys, no one told me that we were going to be there until 11 pm at night! I ended up getting a second pitcher, only finished half, Bryan and I shared a fry because we had all intentions of grabbing a bite on the way home. Playing was expensive enough (and no wins) so we didn't want to spend more than we had to. Between games, I got bored and wandered around. Guys, they had slot machines!!!! I love slot machines, but as soon as I opened the door and walked into the "room", people were smoking. And there was no roof! It was just an area for the machines and closed off I guess enough.
We left; Mandy loved her gift and card I made for her that I posted the other day. We start driving home and every place is either closed or the drive-thru is around the block because it is after 11 and now the good folks coming home from bars/clubs need sustenance.
We get home, I am exhausted, animals still need to be fed, Taylor checked on (he did great other than forgetting to lock the front door) - Bryan, bless his heart, took care of everything while I got ready for bed. Brushed my teeth, walking to my bed, and I throw up on the carpet. Not a lot, I used to be as Bryan and Claire would say, The Puke Queen (I hated it), but enough where it did need a little cleaning. I had started on it but then Bryan came to check on me, so he cleaned up the rest and I went to bed.
When I woke up yesterday morning, I felt awful. Like hangover awful so I figured maybe drinking the draft after not for some time and no dinner, and lack of sleep. You know girlfriend needs like 9 plus. I ate some ramen with some Tylenol, went back and laid down for a few hours. Oh, and made sure to drink lots of water and some pickle juice! Laid back down around 12 and slept for a few more hours. I was having diarrhea by then. Again, chalked it up the draft beer. But I just felt crummy all day, no matter what. At 7 pm, I called it a night and went to bed. All night, I had the worst pressure in my lower tummy. I knew it was gas but the best way I can compare it to is after you have surgery and it is all just "stuck" in there. If I tried to toot, I was scared I would shit my bed. My stomach would just make these awful growling noises and cramp so badly. Each time I woke up, my blankets and pillow were SOAKED with sweat. I kept trying to find a nice safe dry place like back in the old days when you would have sex and didn't want to sleep in the wet spot. And then you lay there shaking cold as the sweat dries on your body on somewhat damp areas.
Finally, never thought I would be so excited, but I started passing gas around 4 am. They gave me such relief in my damp, sweaty, cold ass bed. I hope and hoped for more and I occasionally got larger ones that smelled like something died. I tried my best to get in like the fetal position but it hurt so much to move.My stomach is still very sore, feels like I got punched in my stomach a few times, but I can see the Sunshine on the horizon!!!! And I will never go there again.
Love, Nicole
PS. Mandy's gift wrapping - Hey, got to use what we got!
PSS. Sorry I didn't get to post yesterday. Google has been taking a crap on me.
