Mercifully, I didn't find Dumbledore or the Weasleys either for abbey's bridal shower/bachelorette party.
All in all, it as a very good time. Lots of good food, good people and good times. Kate did quite well with the Harry Potter atmosphere and the games. Abbey also made and excellent Rita Skeeter.
Sadly, I didn't make it into the Slytherin House, but I got Hufflepuff -- not that I know what that means, because I've never read a Harry Potter book and everyone in the movies is either Slytherin or Gryffindor. If anyone can inform me, let me know what that house is like.
I also heard a country-western song about masturbation, which I have to say was pretty good. The best kind of songs -- including funny and parodies -- understand the basics of music and what good lyrics are. That song was pretty entertaining in my book.
I'm also glad that Abbey liked Katie, Eva and my present to her. It was fun to pick out (nudge, nudge, wink, wink, say no more, say no more).
So the drinks. Yeah. The drinks. I'm even embarrassed to type this out, but it was part of the night and I'm honest -- too honest in some cases.
For the first time in my life, at the age of 29, I got sick after a glass of wine, a mojito, two pomegranate martinis and two Presbyterians. I'll spare the gory details, but let's just say I learned the following:
1. Always drink water when drinking. A little glass doesn't quite cut it.
2. Sleeping sitting up on a bath mat with a towel wrapped around you isn't cool because you got so ill.
3. A human body hates it when you drink too much. It'll hate you so much that it'll make you regret drinking in several creative and ugly ways.
The worst part about this? I used to love ginger ale. Now the sight of it makes my stomach turn slightly. I've already drunkenly apologized to the people I need to apologize to and I thank the people who guided me through that mess.
Alan once told me that it's important to get sick when you get drunk because you know what your limits are. I didn't really believe him because I thought that a headache was enough.
Then I started buying into the Hunter S. Thompson that "(O)nce you get locked into a serious drug-collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can."
I suppose that it was inevitable in a way. I have a habit of pushing myself to the edge, just to see how far I could go. Now I know. And I know I'm never going there again.