Wow, did I have a hangover this weekend. Now onto how it all happened. Sometimes in life I think we all get tested and test ourselves to "relive" the glory days. Other times we stumble into this test by accident, as was the case in this instance, and things get revealed that would otherwise not have been known. So we had received a gift card from Holly's mom for the Cheesecake factory on Easter. Saturday night we decided to use it so Holly's mom watched Brennon, who is no longer sick, and we got a gussied up and went out.

We thought we could get there early to avoid the rush. At the Cheesecake factory at the mall it is always busy and in Dallas if you go out to eat after 6:00 you are gauranteed to wait an hour for a seat. We ended up getting there at 6 anyways so we knew it would take a while. As we walked around a while all of the waiting seats were taken except the ones at the bar. Naturally when you take a seat at a bar they expect you to order something. I figured why not, I'll just tell him to put no alcohol in it. See I haven't had a drink since our wedding night and that was just a glass of champagne. I hadn't had a drink till then since Robbie died. So it really has been around 5 years since I had any kind of alcohol. So I say to the bartender,"give me a strawberry daquari........no alchohol." Now I admit I think I waited too long to say no alcohol, cause when he gave it to me it did have alcohol in it.

Of course it did taste rather well. It was like an adult snow cone. After we finished that one we asked for a peach passion daquari. Then we got our table. We proceeded to eat our dinner and talked about our alcohol experiences. Of course in my twenties I used to be able to put away around 10 drinks and not be drunk. This time it was different. We had one last taste of an old friend called margaritta and then had chocalate cake for dessert. So all in all I probably had 1 1/2 drinks. So we go walking around the mall. As we started walking the full feeling hits me. It was no more than 20 minutes after I finished that I felt something was wrong. I started sweating profusely. So I had to sit down. Then the sweating would go away and I would feel cool. This happened over and over again. So we went to one bathroom and I thought I was fine. As we walked the same thing happened. So I sat down again and was drenched. Of course I started burping and feeling nauseus. In the end we sat down near a family restroom. It had been a little over an hour since we ate and drank. As I sat down I felt "it" happen. I ran into the family restroom and let go all over the thing. Those little kids toilets could not hold it all. It was bad and of course I closed my eyes the whole time. I never ever watch that. I suppose I should have cause my shoes and pants got some of it. I feel sorry for the person who has to clean that restroom. I need to go today and buy some new shoes.

So in the span of one hour I went from a non-drinker to a drinker to a drunk to a hangover back to a non-drinker. It was not pleasant and it made me swear off alcohol for life. Why is it I learn the lessons the hard way? Can't it all be easy? Later on I was reading about intolerance and someone on the net mentioned an allergy to alcohol and medicines interacting badly with it. I then knew that I had become allergic to all grasses during the year. I bet there was some grass or grain in it. I did not sleep well Saturday night and still went from hot to cold every hour on into Sunday afternoon. Finally Sunday evening I felt like myself. Holly mentioned how she has been around for every one of my sickness bouts. I was like, yeah I spewed and you still stayed, that means you're mine. She is such a trooper ;-)