Saturday started out just like any other day. I woke up,
made some breakfast, got out early and got some fishing time in. This Saturday was
a little different, though. This past Saturday was my buddy Scott’s birthday. Now
I know what you’re all thinking…”Who the hell is Scott and why do I give a shit?”
and I get it, you don’t know him and I guess you don’t have to care if you want
to, but there’s a story behind this infamy.
For me
and my 2 buddies I grew up with we had always had a certain way of celebrating each
other birthdays. We would play a game every time past 19 where we would go to
the bar and the two of us would buy the lucky birthday boy shots at random and
they would have to guess what it was they were drinking, kind of like lottery
shots. It has always been a shit show, to say the least.
So this
Saturday was different, kind of. I picked up my brother and my buddies around 2
and the plan was to go play 9 holes of golf and get some food. This sounds
pretty tame if the 9 holes weren’t preceded by a fifth of 18 year old Jameson.
We got
to the course and life was good, it was a beautiful day and we could walk right
on. We had the Red Wings game on my buddies Iheartradio app and we were all
feeling pretty good. We made it through the first 4-5 holes without any issues
and then I started to feel a migraine come on. This wasn’t too much of a worry,
I was still feeling pretty good and I figured we would be done soon…..man was I
wrong.
After a
snap decision to play the remaining back 9 of the course I was dreading the 2.5
hours ahead of me. I struggled through the last 9 holes getting the usual
dogging from my buddies and brother; “come on, Nancy” I would hear as I dawdled
behind the remaining 3 of the foursome. By the time we left the course I had
shot a 77 and I was feeling like death. The
food that followed didn’t go so well either.
I can
put away food with the best of them but at this point after 6 hours in the sun
and only having a bagel and Jameson in my stomach all day the only putting away
of my food was done in the form of a carryout box with the entirety of my order
in it. I couldn’t wait for my buddies to finish so I could head home and just
crash.
Getting
home was not much better because since the party decided to meet us there. We’re
all older now and definitely not as professional of partiers like we were in
our younger days, but I guess tonight was the exception. I couldn’t move
because I would get sick, I couldn’t sleep because everyone was celebrating. I couldn’t
walk without letting my head dangle from my shoulders. Finally I mustered up
the strength to get up, and go somewhere else.
Leaving
was probably the best thing I had done all day, but it wasn’t without its
issues….I won’t get into specifics but I was feeling so great on the drive to
my final destination for the night that I had to make half a dozen stops, I’m
sure you can guess.
I
figured I wasn’t dehydrated at all because I had a ton of Gatorade with me on
the course and I hadn’t drank THAT much Jameson before we went out. After talking
to a few friends and family members I was unofficially diagnosed with sun
poisoning. Great….
Sunday was
spent doing nothing other than recovering. The very thought of the warm touch
of sun on my skin made my stomach turn. After
the symptoms subsided the only reminder of this 2 day episode was the farmer’s
burn it left me with. I’m still being reminded today…… Moral of the story: Always
bring more Jameson!
Picture thanks to: 123rf.com
I have had weekends like this. Well I guess not exactly like this one because I cant say I have ever had sun poisoning but after drinking heavily and spending the day swimming and in the sun the following day/days were major recovery days. Luckily I now have some friends who are EMT's and often help me out with a banana bag (an IV that you use to re-hydrate directly into the blood stream) that cuts your hangover time from hours to minutes.
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