bliss

So the trip to Tahoe was eventful.... First we drove in late and hit a snow storm. We totally spun out and lost control of my car. Thank god nothing happened to the car or us ...but it was fuckin scary. So then came the chains ordeal...If not for the nice man and his daughter who stopped to help us put them on we would have slept in the car....If not for the nice policeman who held his flashlight during the 45 minute puzzle of getting them off we would have slept in the car... Everything was cool till the next night. The day was good; we went to Reno you know a whole day of driving around small towns exploring antique shops. So we did not eat all day and the restaurant we wanted to go to did not start serving till 5:30 and it was 4:45 so after a whole day of not eating a thing I hit the Martini bar for Happy hour. An hour later I snapped back to it in the front seat of my car dry heaving out the car door. Apparently my boyfriend and I ordered food. (I happened to order the most expensive thing on the menu). And I guess I was getting sloppy and shooting escargot off my plate. I guess they delivered my filet mignon and lobster and thats when the boy realized that we had to get out of there. He had them pack it up and the second we hit the door of the casino I started with my vomit party. I sat in the car dry heaving and wanting to die until 10pm. Let me tell you I have never felt like that in all my years of heavy drinking. I don't know what it was, the altitude, and lack of food..... I don't know. Thank god my boy is forgiving cuz he loves me no matter what and has laughed off the fact that I completely ruined a $150 dinner and embarrassed the hell out of both of us. I personally can not remember even being sat at the restaurant. Oh well! Makes for a good story. The drive home was much better.....no storms, and no puking!!!