So last night, I went to see the Ron Hawkins Acoustic Revue with Jen and Rachel.
I hadn’t eaten much yesterday…I started off the day with chocolate ovaltine, then a South Beach Diet cereal bar (with protein!), later, I wasn’t all that hungry, so I had an apple and a bowl of cereal at the college. I left class with $3 in my wallet, so I stopped at McD’s for McNuggets and fries.
Met Jen and Rach at Gramma Mora’s for drinks (I had a margarita and a vodka cran).
Went next door to the show, which was fine. The Sidebar seems like a really nice place, but not optimum viewing conditions for a show like this. It was very, very full and very, very warm. All was well. I was enjoying myself, and had a little bit of a buzz going from the drinks. (I’m a total lightweight.)
About halfway through the set, I started to feel REALLY warm, and a little lightheaded. I thought maybe I should go outside for some air, but it was too hard to get through the crowd to the door. Next thing I know, I’m on the ground. Jen and Rachel helped me up, got me outside, and got me a glass of water.
Some people saw me out there and mistook me for the girl who was puking in the bathroom.
We sat outside for a bit, then headed back in. We decided to not try and get back up near the stage, but took a spot toward the back, by the sound board. Couldn’t really see, but it was much less crowded. I was doing fine, completely fine, until almost the end of the set when it happened again. I had that split second “maybe I should go outside” thought, then I leaned on the table. Jen saw me, and kind of put her arm around me, and I thought “If I can just keep myself up till this passes, I’ll be fine.”
My body had other ideas. I ended up on the floor again.
The worst part, I think, was being mistaken for an extremely drunk person.
Some woman brought me a cool cloth and put it on my neck, and then got me a glass of water. Rachel sat with me while Jen went outside and called Rand. We left during the encore, and Jen drove me home.
Today, I seem to be doing fine.
I’m chalking it up to lack of nutrition combined with alcohol. But it was pretty unpleasant and scary. 🙁
Maybe it was from drinking both tequila and vodka? Or is the whole “don’t mix your liquor” thing just urban legend? At any rate, glad you’re feeling better today. Hopefully it was just a fluke! :-O
I know people have warned me about mixing liquors, but it was more about getting sick (puke-sick), I think. That happened to me in college once, but I drank half a bottle of champagne and THEN drank several different types of liquor. Ugh.
I’m so sorry to hear it! I hope you’re feeling much better today.
Remember that time Homer wanted to feel drunk without drinking alcohol and drove up a large hill to breathe the thinner air, and then… oh wait, that’s TV again.