So I have a cold.

I had that "raw" feeling in the back of my throat Friday night and a little bit of drainage, but I sallied forth and made it throw the evening's events.

By Saturday morning, I was a full-blown snarfly mess. I'm not a whiner when I'm sick like most men; I just sound like one because of congestion. I started running a low-grade fever by Saturday afternoon and I left work early. I made myself a variation on a hot toddy with 3 parts Bacardi Razz and one part Snapple raspberry tea and slipped into a coma after a stint in the hot tub. I slept until 11:30 when FitnessNerd texted me to see if I was breathing...heavily and through my mouth, but I was breathing. I laid around for another hour or so before I decided I needed to get out of the house. Had I just stayed in bed all day, I would have just been miserable, so I showered, dressed and headed to the Trump's for a day of sun.

By the time I arrived everyone had been informed that I was ill so I was treated to the "awwwws..." and everyone just wanted to pamper me. It was sweet.

We hung out by the pool through the afternoon when we got the proverbial wild hair and headed over to Greg's...the boys had tickets for the cash drawing so they wanted to see if they were winners. After all, Blanche won the Memorial Day drawing. No such luck this time. After the drawing, we left for Talbott Street for the super show and continued drinking. I should have called a cab or crashed on FN's couch but instead drove home and apparently hit Hardee's along the way. Given that I've last 2 pounds in the past week, I've been trying to watch what I eat. That must have been in the back of my mind, because I only took two bites of the mushroom Swiss before I put it back into it's little box and didn't eat ANY of the extremely fat-laden loaded fries. I'm so proud. :-)

I actually woke up before my alarm went off this morning which is a very good thing because I didn't set it before I went to bed. Okay, that makes no sense, but I'm leaving it so you can see my state of mind. Our store is open from 10-4 today and I just looked at the clock to see that it's only 11:36. FUCK, it's going to be a long short day. I think there's a cookout at the Trump's today, but I don't know if I'm going. I brought clothes just in case.

VH1 is running 80 Hours of the 80s this wekend...it's better than the Jerry Lewis Telethon but without the good cause. They're doing a back-to-back Tina Turner right now with "Better Be Good to Me" and "Private Dancer" and her HA-YUGE comback song, "What's Love Got to Do With It?" Looking back, I really had no idea what a tremendous comback story she was, but I have nothing but respect for the queen now, that's for shiz. I'm craving pizza, but KFC mashed potatoes and gravy are sounding might fine right about now. Guess I'm craving comfort foods. Hmmm...should I go to Golden Corral?

Terribly exciting post, I know.