or 2011, A Bad First Impression
or How I spent my New Years Day

New years eve.
I had a very very fun night. Simple with really good friends. My favorite bar and good hiphop to dance to. We ended the night with a bunch of friends at one of their houses. While Rachelle passed out a little early, I thought it would be a good idea to chug some more champagne, for good measure? And eat jalepeno poppers ( I dont like jalepeno poppers) and also yell passionately about science and bacon. Luckily I was with very good friends who didnt judge me for my stupid behavior. Im pretty sure they take me as I am, if not, they are very good at faking it. Anyways, it was a great night and we were put up in a guest bedroom and given the five star treatment including a pitcher of ice water next to the bed. Just what I needed as I shut my eyes and tried not to give in to the spins.

Cut to the next morning. Ugh. I open my eyes, but they stutter a bit as the latches pull apart from each other. I have a bit of where-the-fuck-am-I moment and then it all floods back to me. 

Heres the thing. I am what some one might call a hangover case. I get hungover very very easily and its not just a headache or a quick trip to the bathroom in the morning. If im hungover, its ALL DAY. In and out of the bathroom for hours, in pain and not able to stop. Its pretty awful. But, its so weird, sometimes it happens, sometimes it doesnt. I have been down the whole day after just a couple beers, then fine another day after a handfull of vodka redbulls. Its very hit and miss and I hate it. The only pattern I have noticed is that when I am drinking more often, I get hung over less. Not a great realization for some one that is finally coming out of that whole "go out and party every night" stage. Since I stopped drinking as much I tend to get pretty crappy feeling every time. So around the end of october I decided to stop drinking. Even those couple of glasses of wine before bed or a beer at dinner. It wasnt worth it to me any more. I wanted to just take a break so I said Id stop til Thanksgiving (we also have a tradition of going out the night before Thanksgiving). I had no problem with not drinking. I ended up having some drinks and lots of fun when I was home for Thanksgiving and then threw up out of my best friends car as she dropped me off for dinner. Not fun. So I stopped again. Didnt drink at any of the Christmas festivities either. Which is pretty tough if you know what I mean. 

Back to the morning. I feel ok. Paul, the friend that put us up and brought us water comes in with a plate of bacon. Apparently I was not fucking around with the bacon comments the night before. And thats when it hit me. I go to the bathroom and it starts. Once it starts I know im in for an all day event. Joy. I get back in bed turn toward Rachelle and she is eating bacon in my face "hi honey." Im not so mad that she is eating bacon in my fucking face when I just barfed in the bathroom, im more mad that she is eating MY bacon. I was the one yelling my head off for bacon last night, making a fool of myself, and risking friend loss. And where was she? Asleep on the couch. She's getting quite the free ride I think as I make my second trip to the toilet. 

As you can tell I had decided to drink for New Years. COME ON. What else are you gonna do. I tried hydrating all day in order to avoid throwing my first hours of 2011 away. Didnt work. Obviously. But I knew that since I hadnt been drinking this was a risk I was going to have to take, and I thought the trade off would be worth it. Its just one day. 

The rest of my time at Paul was spent cracking jokes and getting filled in on my absurd antics between bathroom breaks. Again, luckily I was in good company. I love my friends. We got a ride back to Rachelles house and thats when things took a turn for me, I got much sicker and felt very dizzy and could barely get out of my best friends bed. This is the worst part. I gets bad before it gets better. Then once I am finally able to fall asleep I know it will be over soon. I woke up from my nap and was so weak I could barely make it out to the couches to be with my friend. I would need a couple more hours to regain strength to make it home, so we watched beauty and the beast and some shows together. She fed me mac and cheese and after a few bites I was done. Finally at 11pm, I went home.

This is what happens to me when I drink. Well, yes, only sometimes, but with out knowing which times it will or will not happen, it has just become too much for me. It is just not worth it to me any more. So there is my long winded way of saying im done drinking. For now. I know myself and I do like to drink up and get down just a little too much to officially swear it off, but for now, im done.
So....


Vodka, 
Im sorry. We are not going to be seeing each other for a while. Im  done. On a break. Taking some time. I just cant do this any longer. No. No. This isn a line, its really not you, its me. Please take care. Maybe at another place in my life we will work better together, maybe our timing will be right in the future. But for now, youre on your own. Ill miss you, youll miss me, but something tells me youll be picked up right away. Youre a hard one to turn down. 
Love always, Lace

Oh to sleep...

I have been having trouble sleeping lately. This is a problem i never  have. I am an excellent sleeper. Seriously, if it were a sport I could make some money. But the last few nights have been really rough due to some neck and back issues and all I can think about all day is going to sleep. And this beautiful, light, flowing tent of slumber has been mocking my thoughts all day. I will get it together though. I have high hopes in tonight. And once I regain my stance, I will be back to posting and sharing with all of you. I have some wonderful awesomes to wrap up and endless inspirations ive been dying to share. Thank you for hanging in there with me.

To be awesome, or not to be awesome?

That is the question...

So this whole GET AWESOME thing has been great. It has caused me to get up and get awesome on days that I would normally just bum around. It has allowed me to find all the mini awesomes in my everyday life and it has also pointed out ever so bluntly that I have many days where I dont do anything awesome at all. I  do enjoy being awesome and also sharing all of my awesomness with all of you in blogland, but im just not so sure anymore. I had fallen behind a little on my awesome postings due to camera issues, internet issues and laziness issues. I was feeling so guilty about the lack of posting for all of my awesome seekers and followers that I wouldnt let myself post about other things until I got my awesomes posted! This actually sucked. I havent sat down and written a meaningful piece or posting in a while and Im bummed about it. It is my fault for not budgeting my awesome time better. I have been so wrapped up in all of this awesome that I have forgotten about everything else that I love. So today, I am having mixed feelings about my Quest for Awesome. I just hope that tomorrow, my awesome and I are on better terms.

Not Very Awesome Days 7 and 8!

So I know I am supposed to make something awesome happen everyday, but the awesome haters of the world came together to ruin two of my precious awesome seeking days! Thursday (day 7) was pretty standard, and not super awesome, but I had planned on going out with a few friends. An awesome girls night out. However, they all bailed. I was bummed but then I was saved with the invite to go out with two of my favorite guys (the boyfriend and big kev). I was really stoked at the prospect of an awesome night being salvaged. However, the night wasnt terribly awesome. It was fun and all but, honestly, it was a bit of a snore. We only went to two places and both were super low key. We did have some good conversation but nothing really over the top awesome. When it was finally time to go back up to my apartment, I found out that I had not put my key in my bag. The one to let me into the building. I called every one that I know in the apartment but no one was home and my roommate was out of town. A big bummer. So we had to drive to the boyfriends house to sleep. It was so irritating. An awesome bust of a night!
Here are the few shots we got from one of the spots!

Me and my signature drink.

(Vodka Redbull with a splash of Pineapple Juice)

Us. Being awkward. As usual.

We dont even like each other. 

Big Kev. Killin it.

But whats even better and more awesome than my shitty night was my shitty morning. I barely drank anything and I woke up feeling like there was a rave going on inside my head. It pulsated to a perfect techno beat and I could barely stand with out feeling like falling over. The boyfriend, his roomie and I went around the corner for some breakfast. After the waiter gave me shit about being clearly hungover (still wearing sunglasses, hood on, head resting on table, ordering fruit and 7 up) and smelling the mixture of fellow diners food and the boyfriends bloody mary, I got up and went to the car hoping the brisk air would seise my urge to purge. It did for a while but lets just say, I spent the rest of the meal sleeping in the back of the car. The rest of the day got progressively worse, I ended up throwing up, couldnt get up without feeling like i was gonna fall right over, and the headache intensified. I didnt start feeling better until about 9pm when the boyfriend came over to watch a movie. An awful unawesome day!

The only upside what that I got to lay around my apartment with only the kitten and watch my favorite show on dvd, Gilmore Girls, for hours and hours on end!

My apologies for the lack of awesome on these days!

Hello? Awesome? Are you there?

This is my official and awesome apology to all my awesome followers and seekers!

I feel dirty and ashamed. I am so sorry awesome lovers, for not making daily posts about my awesome happenings! In theory, I would love to post every night about the awesome events of the preceding hours but common, lets be real people, this is me we are talking about, Im never that on top of things! I am however, trying my hardest to at least post every other day.

And, are you ready for it? Here is comes...an excuse, or perhaps a justification. Here it is...

If you have been following me for a while, then you know I have the worst of computer issues. My laptop is a moody little bitch and, now, I think she may be on drugs. At first I thought maybe she just takes pleasure in not turning on some days, like some sort of sick game or something! But now I am convinced she is a junkie. I find her passed out all of the time. Sometimes she will turn on later that day, sometimes she wont turn on for weeks. She has a problem. So I have been trying a bit of tough love lately. In trying to establish my dominance and let her know whos boss, Ive been sending her to behavioral rehab (the geek squad.) So far, they have not corrected her issues but yesterday, they handed her over, again, saying she should work just fine now. Im sorry to say, I dont have heaps of hope that her problem is entirely fixed. But I do have 30 days to send her in for another stint if she relapses and goes back to her old ways. Lets all keep our fingers crossed that this is it!

So my posts have been from any computer I can get my hands on. This makes it especially hard for my awesome posts, as I want to post with lots of photos with them. The computer hopping is making that a bit more difficult. But hopefully things will be looking up from here.

So, there it is. My apology and a little insight into what I have been dealing with. I hope you will all accept it and forgive me. 


Trust me, more AWESOME  to come!
And please...if there is any one else that has or would like to join and GET AWESOME with me, please let me know!

One Bastard of a Headache...

Last night, actually, alllll day yesterday, I had a terrible headache. Im sure it was conceived the evening before from the impetuous pairing of champange and PBR, but this wasnt your typical hangover. I promise you that.

I hadnt actually consumed very much and felt very fine in the morning with the exception of the headache. I know my limits and I followed my recipe for success (having fun, but still being able to get to work not only on time but while still actually being able to work), eat before bed, down entire glass of water, sleep, wake up a half an hour earlier to take advil, chug another glass of water, and get to lay back down before the real alarm goes off. And, for the most part, it worked. Again, I felt great, aside from the typical tired and this damn headache. 

Throughout my day said headache's intensity decided to take a bit of a rollercoaster ride, I would feel better for a while and then the next second, sharp shooting pains stemming from my neck, causing me to have to lie down. It was a blast, let me tell ya. I am glad to say, that during my most difficult tasks of the day, Mr. Headache decided to give me a break. However, I am positive now, it was out of pure pity because I later found out what he had been plotting all day long, and he definately left the worst of it, for last.

All day I had planned on cleaning my entire house and then enjoying a massive serving of down time with the boyfriend. After work, I was starving and I knew I had nothing in the house so I went to the market. Once there, the headache began to grow and since I couldnt concentrate enough to shop, I settled with some noodles from the hot wok station and began home. I couldnt wait to get myself and my new friend, Headache, home to lie down on the couch for a bit. 

Luckily, I scored a close parking spot, but still, with every step toward my apartment door, it was as if some one was twisting the knife that had been permanently lodged in the base of my skull. I spent the elevator ride with my eyes closed, giving a pep talk convincing myself I could make it down my hallway with out passing out.

Somehow I managed to dump my noodles in a bowl, get a glass of water and turn on Gilmore Girls (very low volume). I ate as much as I could (which wasnt much at all) and then stuffed my face into the back of the couch, choosing to stick sweatily to the leather rather than have any bit of light work its way through my eyelashes intensifying this bastard of a headache. 

I dont remember much, it was all a bit of a blur, but the roommate and friend came in to begin cooking some dinner and I got the signal (loud call from phone under pounding head) that the boyfriend was at the balcony. Next thing I know I am in my room, its dark and I didnt know why I was not in there the whole time, and the boyfriend is brushing hair from my forehead telling me hello. This means I must have dropped the key down to the street below, but I dont remember doing so. He saw my misery before I needed to say anything at all, one of his many talents, and asked me what I needed to feel better from the store. I told him, with a perfect description, the only pain reliever that ever takes away these kinds of headache (no, I am not a migraine virgin) and also said that if he passed a rootbeer during his travels, i wouldnt be mad if he brought it home to me.

While the boyfriend was gone searching in more than one store (he is great like that) for the perfect pain relieving cocktail, I showered and then fell asleep on top of my sheets, still in my bathrobe, my hair twisted in a towel. The presents had arrived. Another bit of a blur but I took more than the reccomended dosage of the correct little capsules, laid my head on the boyfriends lap and whispered heaps of nonsense to him as he ate his sandwich and pretended he actually understood all the words I sloppily strung together. 

We watched a movie from his laptop that was perched on his stomach, well, he watched, I slept and cursed off and on. When it was over, the asshole of a headache was softer, but still kickin. I swallowed more relief and laid in the dark for a bit. As we chatted and joked I could feel Mr. Headache slowly slipping away and I was eternally grateful to feel like myself again. After a little love sesh and a shared meal of edemame dipped in soy sauce, the boyfriend and I turned on another movie and and fell asleep wrapped in only each other, just after the opening credits. It was quite the night.

I opened my eyes this morning and whispered quiet but plentiful thank yous to the boyfriend while still slept because I honestly dont know if I could have made it through the night with out his care. I woke up with a feeling of tenseness right where Mr. Headache had taken real estate the day before and wished with everything I had that he would not settle in for a second day. I am happy to report that he has not yet showed up again and I am doing everything I can to keep it that way. 

Side Note: It is weird, these headaches I have been getting. They have been coming up a lot lately. Some times out of nowhere, sometimes (like yesterday) stemming from a hangover thing that would normally go away in an hour or so with the help of an asprin. They are very similar to my old "neck headaches", the headaches I would get after a minor car accident I was in that would, at times, leave me limp on the couch for an entire day. I am just worried because they are showing up more often and I do not know why.

Do any of you ever have headaches like the one I had yesterday? Or know why I might be getting these? Or any tips on what to do if another one show up?