This past weekend was our somewhat annual cabin trip with some of my college friends. I say somewhat annual because we have skipped years here and there due to weddings and other events. Basically we get a cabin, a bunch of booze, and a bunch of junk food, and hibernate for most of the weekend. Saturday night we usually venture to stateline and gamble/dance the night away. This year was no exception.
The sad part? This is the only pic I have:
I just realized after looking at this pic that the girls were significantly outnumbered by the guys....
I almost didn't make it up to Tahoe. JB and I had planned to head up around 1pm and carpool with some of the other folks that were going. I woke up Friday morning feeling not right. You know that feeling your body gets when you are going to get sick or have a fever or something? Just kind of foggy and tingly? No? Oh, guess it's just me. So yeah, I felt like that. I refused to acknowledge it and pushed through my morning routine put my suitcase in the car, and headed to work. A few hours into work, I was not feeling better. In fact, I was feeling worse. I was terrified it was going to be that stomach bug that has been going around, so after my morning smoothie, I didn't want to put anything else in my stomach.
By 11am I had resigned myself to the fact that it would be better to wait out the night and head up in the morning if I felt better instead of getting up there and wanting to die all weekend while all I can hear is everyone else having fun. I let my friends know to head up without us and I headed home and passed out on the couch. When JB got home a couple of hours later, I still felt weird, but less so. I had him get me a sandwich since I hadn't eaten since my smoothie and decided if I felt fine after eating and digesting a little, we could hit the road.
We reached the cabin by 6:45pm and proceeded to party with our blue solo cups. I have felt fine ever since. It was seriously the oddest thing. Unfortunately, one of my friends who went up at 1pm ended up in bed early and stayed there the ENTIRE WEEKEND. Poor guy.
Saturday night we headed out to the casinos where some of the folks in the group played (and won!) craps until about midnight when we headed to the club to get our groove on. I realized something that night...
I used to be able to dance the night away for hours on end and after a couple of hours my knees were hurting, my quads were sore, and my feet were KILLING me. I was also trying to be conscious of how much I was drinking because I was scared of the hangover I would end up with the next day. Yeah, OLD.
All in all, it was a great weekened. Great times with great friends. Do you have an annual trip you take with friends or family?