Back in '06 (rubbing chin wistfully), some girlfriends and I decided to have a Cinco de Mayo party. Except we were busy on May 5. So we decided to have a Doce de Mayo party on the 12th. Same party, different day. Mexican food was abundant. Margaritas were abundant. And tequila. The tequila was very, very abundant. It was poor planning on my part to co-host a party the day before I was to go wedding dress shopping with my future sister-in-law, because who was I kidding. I knew I'd have a killer hangover the next morning. And naturally, I awoke the next morning feeling less than stellar. And possibly still drunk.
I amazed myself by getting up at 8am (a short 2 hours after I fell asleep) and drove to Iowa to meet up with Mom so we could drive to the wedding boutique together (which was about 2 hours from my parents house).
But I was so tired. And so hungover. And so tired. I just wanted to sleep, but I felt so crappy that I couldn't. It was painful.
So Mom popped in a CD to help me relax. Something soothing and calming. And it totally worked. I was out like a light.
Are you wondering how the title "Good Catholic Girl" applies to this post?
The CD? THE ROSARY. Yes, my mom has a CD of the Rosary in her car. (And yes, I'm the one that burned it for her).
Ahhh, memories.
I amazed myself by getting up at 8am (a short 2 hours after I fell asleep) and drove to Iowa to meet up with Mom so we could drive to the wedding boutique together (which was about 2 hours from my parents house).
But I was so tired. And so hungover. And so tired. I just wanted to sleep, but I felt so crappy that I couldn't. It was painful.
So Mom popped in a CD to help me relax. Something soothing and calming. And it totally worked. I was out like a light.
Are you wondering how the title "Good Catholic Girl" applies to this post?
The CD? THE ROSARY. Yes, my mom has a CD of the Rosary in her car. (And yes, I'm the one that burned it for her).
Ahhh, memories.
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4 Comments:
the rosary always reminds me of being in semi dark candlelit rooms with my aunts and great aunts and grandmas. in my head i always say it with their accents. i just can't say it normally! but there is something soothing about the reptition of the prayer.
Ha! That's a great story.
Oh yes, I remember that day! Poor "tired" Allison.
When I was little we used to say the rosary right before bed during Lent. Put us all to sleep instantly. :)
That's funny! I used to say the Rosary in my closet, because that was the only private space I had to myself as a kid. I remember staring at posters of Darth Vadar and Cary Elwes while saying my prayers ... ah. The memories.
Have a great weekend!
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