BREATH

Okay Narcis! Breath in and out, slowly and you’ll be okay.

I’ve been told numerous times that having a blasting headache, waves of nausea, and craving fast food is a sign of a good night. I think those are true spoken words of an alcoholic or a drunk. All I want to do is curl up, sleep, cuddle, and eat… O and more sleep.

Let me start off by saying this.. My friend Don, Amazing guy has managed to score himself a spot walking the catwalk for Vancouver Men’s fashion week. I’m so jealous and wish I was a little taller; I guess good stuff does happen to good people. So congratulations Don.. O and he’s not just a super model he’s a movie star too.

Well Don here’s some Tyra advice for you

“Don't let a boy outshine you, because boys usually are the accessory in a shot.”

Or this one “And I want you to be all you can be, not bitch all you can bitch.”

She forgot to end with “In the Army… “ Boya!! I felt a little butch there while flexing and saying boya…

Now let’s talk about why I’m hung over…

It started off with an amazing work out. I managed to pump some weight to bulk up my chest and arms so I can feel buff. Well maybe just a little buff and more bloated but that’s a whole other can of worm. After the gym I made my way to the cold beer and wine store to pick up a bottle of Argentinean wine. Actually it was a 1L bottle, great price and I think it was good. Clearly we consumed it all… After leaving the store I grabbed my car and circled around for about 15 minutes until I found my parking spot. I got out of the car, locked my door, grabbed the important stuff like my bottle and bag then closed the passage left side door behind me. I can still remember the door closing and I saying FUCK I locked my keys in the car!

Let’s just say that the bottle managed to become loose and travel to my mouth unconscious. Yes that’s right I was a trash bag! I was drinking wine from a paper bag while sitting on the curb. Was this a low part in my life? HELL FUCKING NO… In fact I was hoping a homeless guy would come by to help, but of course when in need you don’t succeed. I guess after an hour of trying to break into my car and no progress we called busters. 40 minutes later, a bottle down, $52.20 in the whole, and 2 hours late for a BBQ I had my keys. Regardless of the evening I actually had a great time. So special thanks to Don and Peter for experiencing that ordeal with me.

I love what life dealt me last night.. Such a great time…