Sweat

My co-worker and I had a fun time at SeaWorld last night. It was an event for the conference attendees, so we thought it'd be a good networking event. I only have one thing to say: Free Alcohol.

Yes, friends, this means my two month alcohol hiatus is complete. :) I will continue to be seriously cutting back, but as long as the drinks are poured for free, count me in. :) So . . . anyone who knows me knows that nauseous is my middle name. I think I'm sick to my stomach more often than not. Therefore, I tend to avoid roller coaster rides. Until last night.

With a few drinks in me, I suddenly found myself in line to ride a coaster. Oh dear. But I was feeling pretty brave and decided that it was something I should do. So I did. I screamed like a baby the whole time! I screamed out all my recent frustrations. I just screamed and screamed and screamed. And when we finally got back to safety, I laughed. I laughed so hard that I could barely stop. And then? I started sweating. A cold sweat. Thankfully, I pulled myself together and there was no vomit incident.

In order to keep the sweating going, but in a more fun manner, we danced the rest of the night away. I had so much fun trying to keep up with a physician from Chile. That man could dance! By the time all was said and done, my hair was was totally wet, but I was still laughing. :)