so the last time i was on the chain up in minocqua, wi i was so hungover that i spent the majority of the terrible boat ride wallowing in my own shame and hangover while every once and awhile leaning over the side of the boat to vomit. all because i thought it appropriate to pressure myself and others into taking shot after shot after shot of various alcohols the night before. worst.idea.ever. i’d like to say that i’ve learned my lesson since and haven’t done anything similar – but that would a lie.
like any other weekend up north it’s comprised mainly of drinking, sleeping, more drinking, reading, drinking, eating, and then desperately trying to recover. and then when the weekend is over you feel as though you need another weekend in order to rest from the shit show you just subjected yourself to.
please see below.
wendy and i decided it would be appropriate to buy these obnoxious clip-in feathers.
worst $5 i’ve ever spent.
and then shitler insisted on trying it on.
and then ryder channeled his inner jimmy fallon and decided to write thank you notes.
though these are not my legs we did spend quite a bit of time doing this and i managed to devour two books. while slightly intoxicated. and i retained most of it.
go ahead, fucking test me.
tell me HOW drinks can’t not go down nice and smooth with this straw?
and then all of the sudden everyone was drunk. again. and there was a grease soundtrack singalong.
and then a photo shoot where we took photos and one of us didn’t like the way one of us looked so we kept taking pictures and i drunkenly declared “the more the better!!” and then we started doing tequila shots. or it could have been before. it’s a fucking blur. oh, and apparently when i say “the more the better!!” i mean 60 fucking photos of me and wendy. how embarrassing.
i can only imagine what this dog thought of the entire situation.
i felt strangely average come sunday. so boating wasn’t the hellish experience it was last time.
although someone could have contracted tetanus.
if there’s one thing i’m proud of – it’s the fact that i ingested an obscene amount of food on sunday. like two diet cokes, a screwdriver, a chicken finger basket that included cole slaw, french fries, and a deep fried breadstick, nacho cheese and chips, string cheese, a bag of bbq chips, red bull, a bag of beef jerky, a hamburger and a bunch of sides, and like 16 bottles of water.
and this damn song has been on repeat on my iPhone all damn weekend.
so between the feather clips, photo shoots and this song i have officially reverted back to being a thirteen year old girl.