the morning after

which the title just barely fits as i crawled out of bed at 11:58…

…not for the normal reasons. no, this year at the juneteenth bar-b-que i kept the boozing in check and only had (in the span of nine hours) seven beers (would have been eight had i known mook & steph left a lonestar behind) and two liters of water, plus two cans of rockstar recovery lemonade…so it wasn’t the drunken thing.

no, it was the dental thing.

for some reason i had a toothache kick in like a mother towards the end there (perhaps it was the yummy vegan cupcakes?) and so when i got home around 12:30 loading myself up with tylenol (and other sleep-inducing stuff) only put me out for three hours, in which case i had to wake up and take more tylenol, and do the same at 6am, and then i was out till…well…11:58. i think it was the combo of the heat and the fact i averaged under four hours of sleep all weekend…

…least of my worries now.

but now i already find myself trying to figure out where next years will be, as it’s a combo of the FIFTEENTH juneteenth thang, and it’s my fortieth. the house? the pool again? time will tell…but as NEXT year the actual day will fall on a sunday (and again will be father’s day, so the “big daddy” pimp chalice will be back!) i don’t know…make it to where i have to drive an hour home? or make it to where fewer people will show? think i’ll call that come memorial day NEXT year…