Weekend in Vegas- Day 4

   I have the annoying inability to sleep in. The night before, when we went to sleep at 5 AM, I took a sleeping pill to make sure I could sleep past nine. It worked but I was a little groggy the next day. I didn't want to take another sleeping pill and ended up being awake around 9:30 AM on our final day in Vegas. It worked out in my favor anyway because BoyCrazy and I needed to catch our plane back home.

   The other girls weren't awake yet so I sat outside my hotel room and called my dad. I told him many details about our night before and looking back, I told him more than I normally would have. At the time I thought I was telling him because we have a close relationship. Now I realize its because I was definitely still drunk. 

   When I started getting ready for the day, each friend woke up and we began talking about our night before. I noticed when I had been sitting on the floor that my butt was kind of sore. I mentioned this to them and they told me about BC and I falling. I had no recollection of that happening (still don't) but after I looked at myself in the mirror, I noticed I had proof.

   Obviously, I'm not going to post a picture of my ass. So I made a picture to demonstrate. Lets pretend this oval is my hind quarters. 

 Actually, lets add a line for good measure...

  That's better. Now, on any regular day- this is what my bum would look like. But after a night in Vegas it looked like this:

  I'm not much of an artist. My bruise was literally this big but something I cannot capture was the different colors of blue on my ass. Thank you BoyCrazy for bringing me down with you. (Side note: she had a bruise on her ass too but it was nothing compared to mine. Hers has more cushion hehe)

   I spent the rest of the morning picking up last minute souvenirs and gambling. Of course a waitress came over while I sat at a penny slot and offered me a drink. Since I was still feeling tipsy, I made the choice to get an alcoholic beverage at 11 AM. I did this because I wanted to keep the buzz going and not get a hangover. Unfortunately, I had already taken my anti-depressant medication a couple hours prior and you aren't supposed to mix that with alcohol because it "increases the effect; causes dizzy spells". 

   I blame Phoebe from Friends. When she is in Vegas, eating breakfast with all her friends she says, "Hell. I'm drunk right now! What? I can't have a mimosa with breakfast?? I'm on vacation!"

If Phoebe can do it. So can I! By the time I got back to my hotel room, I felt a dizzy and had a headache. So I took a couple ibuprofen. 

   BC and I got to the airport a little after noon and bought some lunch. After eating, I started feeling my hangover symptoms. The best way to cure hangovers is to sleep. Unfortunately, I also have an inability to sleep in public, like at airports or on planes. BC told me she planned to sleep on the plane and I really wanted to as well. That led me to make my last, terrible, awful, stupid decision of the weekend. 

   At 1:30 PM, a full hour before our plane was scheduled to take off, I took a sleeping pill. 

Here is a reminder of the things I'd put in my body that day: prozac, ibuprofen, vodka, food, sleeping pill

I am dumb.

   I was very tired by the time we boarded but could not find a comfortable sleeping position. BC fell asleep pretty quickly and I was in the middle seat which means: nowhere to put my head. By the time I could put my lap table down, we only had about twenty minutes left to fly. My stomach ached. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw faces. Not the inside of my eyelids or darkness, but fucking faces. It was like they were flying toward me and the only way to make them stop was to keep my eyes open. But I had taken a damn sleeping pill! It was against nature to stay awake after that! I was absolutely miserable.

    I fought with the flight attendant about buying a pillow which she eventually just gave to me free of charge. She was not in the mood to argue with a hungover college student. When the plane started to descend, we hit a lot of turbulence. I needed to throw up. I've heard that smiling can suppress your gag reflex. Even though I felt like dying, I smiled. A lot. I'm sure I looked like a complete maniac.

   I spent about fifteen minutes in the bathroom as soon as we got to the Phoenix airport. I felt quite a bit better after that. I wasn't able to sleep until the drive home from Kansas City. I wanted to stay awake to keep BC company but at that point, I was hallucinating. I kept warning her about objects I saw in the middle of the road when really, there was nothing there. She was getting really confused (rightfully so). I passed out for about 20 minutes and felt a lot better. 

    We got back to our house at 2 AM and went right to bed. I pretty much slept the entire next day and night. Needless to say, I never want to take sleeping pills again.