The Weekend of Gluttony

Friday Night was happy hour at Gordon Biersch where I had two delicious, frothy red cocktails that tasted like Raspberries and two beers. I followed that up with Crab Rangoon from my favorite chinese restaurant as well as General Tso's chicken and washed it down with another beer. Then I passed the fuck out like I was in a coma.

I got up Saturday and hit the old gym. I was later than I intended but still had a chance to see my boyfriend the gym crush. Which immediately made me regret my choice of shorts and a t and also all the food from last night because my face looked pretty damn round. I followed this up with a shower and some crackers and cheese. My friend Ashley picked me up and we headed to watch the game where I attacked cheese dip and chips like it was my last meal. I washed it down with 5 beers. Home again, nap and The League while I harrassed my brother and then filched to cheese rolls off the dinner he was making his girlfriend. Washed it down with another beer. Got dressed with clothes out of my mom's closet and headed out for mexican. I devoured more cheese dip and chips, two margaritas (texas please!) and Sal's special which is like eleventy billion calories. Then out to the bar for two more beers and home to bed.

Sunday was planned. I slept in so no work out but Falcons game, what what!?!?!?! Sideline passes which were AHMAZING. Split nachos with my friend Shannon, downed 2 beers. Then switched it up to some liquor drinks. After the game, headed out for drinks with one of the staff members of Falcons team and had pizza and beers with him. Got home, starving and ate McDonald's. I am out of control.

Clearly I was not hungry this morning because my stomach wanted to explode. I cannot imagine why.

My Dreams Could Come True...

When I was a wee young lass, I had dreams of being a professional athlete. This was probably due to the fact that my father decided to bestow upon me the title of "favorite son" after my brother demonstrated a propensity for falling flat on his face any time he attempted to put one foot in front of the other (resulting in 4 "dead" front teeth in case you were wondering). From that point on, Daddy and I spent Sundays watching football where I would pick teams from the comfiest spot in the house- his lap- while eating potato chips and drinking soda (in Jersey everything is not COKE). This was often followed by WWF (I had stretch Hulk) and in the offseason NASCAR. On my 10th birthday, I got my first Starter Jacket which I wore ALL. THE. TIME.

Until I was 13 I figured I would be the first female to play in the NFL. And not as a kicker. QB sure. RB why not? WR DEFINITELY.

And then suddenly, in 8th grade the guys in my class GREW. And I mean GREW. From when I was ten until present day I have been 5'6" and up until that point I was the second tallest person in my grade (the first being Kurt. Clearly my crush since he was the only one taller than me). My fantasies of scoring a TD for the Giants were crushed.

But now, part of my dream can come alive thanks to Miller Lite. How's that you ask? They are offering a chance to be a falcon for a day. And all you have to do is text them. Follow the link for the directions on who to text what.

And if you win, take me with you!