Literally. I'm not usually a 'drink until I pass out Britney Spears style' type girl.... but we went to a good friend's wedding on Saturday night. There was an open bar. Hubby and I both celebrated the wedding and the fact that the bar exam is over. We were driven home by his parents. Thanks in-laws! I don't really remember much of the ride home, but apparently I was very very drunk. I spent the next two days recovering from the worst hang-over of my life. Glad to say I survived it, since nothing would have sucked worse than to die of alcohol poisoning before results were released.
What's also interesting was that in the duration of that 2-day hangover, every time I fell asleep, I had really weird bar exam dreams- in one I had my ziploc bag but was lost in a residential neighborhood trying to find the convention center. There was a catholic school that I kept passing and the priest kept closing the gate, refusing to tell me where the test center was. Plus, suspicious looking people kept biking past me and menancingly looking at me as I realized I was openly clinging a very nice new looking laptop computer. And a ziploc full of earplugs.
In another dream, I kept reliving the Performance Test B as if it were that movie 'Groundhog's Day'. I would get through reading the file and library and outlining my answer, then get up to go to the bathroom, only to come back and realize that they had placed a brand new test in front of me, and I had done nothing yet.
But when I awoke this morning, my head felt fine, I was no longer nauseous and I realized I didn't have any scary bar exam dreams last night. I'm sure I'll have a few more, probably for the rest of my life.. but at least I feel that I've mostly excised the bar exam demons. I also think the mass quantities of alcohol I consumed on Saturday helped erase most of the useless information I memorized for the bar exam.
Now on to cleaning the house and 'things to do' list I've ignored for the past 2.5 months.
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Haha - that's hilarious. Sounds like you've officially cleansed the bar exam away!
Maybe I just haven't had enough to drink yet. Bar dreams every night, and my poor husband can't turn around without hearing a bar-related comment on the most mundane things:
H: Will you cash this check when you go to the bank today? I indorsed it.
Me: Do you know what this is!!?! This is a blank indorsement. That means this is no longer order paper, but you've turned it into bearer paper, and do you know what that means!??!?
H: (sighs heavily) No, but I'm sure you're going to tell me.
My bar exam dreams are being replaced by work-related ones. Maybe that's a sign of another looming formidability (not a word).
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