2 spanish coffees and a steak and I’m out cold

Oh man. I totally had another blog planned for today but I went to the Refectory with my Dad and I don’t know what happened after that. We sat in the lounge, lounging on a couch talking about life and spiritual matters and while we theorized and speculated I ordered a spanish coffee. I slurped it down like candy and about 30 minutes after I finished the drink I started to feel my face a buzzin’. We still had time to kill since we were waiting for for the restaurant part of the establishment to open. I said, “I’m feeling pretty good.” Dad said, “Order another!” So I did. I told the lounge waitress how kick ass she made the first one and I asked her if she thought she could make the 2nd one just as delightful. She did. Although I swear she put ruffees in my drinks b/c damn, I was high on life. After the 2nd one we went into the restaurant and I ordered a huge steak with all the fixin’s. I scarfed that down sobered up and drove home.

I got home and felt so ‘tired’ I couldn’t do anything, I tore off my suit and fell into bed. Two hours later at 8:30 pm I awoke and felt like a zombie. Called my dad to see what time we left the Refectory b/c I could hardly remember anything!

So now here I am at 11:39pm when I should be going to bed, getting my second wind. I think that waitress wanted some Micah lovin’ and spiked my alcoholic drink with something, probably alcohol.

Better post tomorrow. Maybe. As long as I don’t go there for breakfast.


  1. Phil said,

    November 18, 2007 @ 6:34 pm

    OH…so this is that “work” you’re so busy with!

  2. mego said,

    November 19, 2007 @ 7:28 am

    you should just go to bed at 9 pm ., like we do!

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