Overdone

After a weeklong of feeling my nostrils blocked and sore throat, I am doomed with this irritating cough I've never had in my life. Living in a freaking throat candy to ease the cause of taking care of my self-badly.

I don't understand why it had to come on a festive weekend and right when I'm meeting friends I haven't seen in a while. What a blooper. 

Talking about my uncooperative throat, it itched the whole night making my voice so harsh and sexy. But sexy voice is not needed on all these occasions, I needed energy and well tuned voice to be able to talk and of course down few beers.

A dear friend came down miles away to pick me up. I was already intoxicated at 5 o'clock in the afternoon. How nice- yeah nice. We picked up some birthday gifts for our friends at the outlet park. Good lord my feet sore but was able to buy great sentimental stuff for our friends. It was fun.

Still my voice husky. I think I talked and acted like drunk as well. Oops, wait nobody knows me. I'd be just another lady in a rainforest dress if anyone cared. Time to rock the girls up.

We came to the restaurant reserved for us, six minutes late. Oh yeah, they were probably thinking we're not coming then when everyone arrived they thought we're group of "b" that ends with an "s" girls  for being late. Oh Japan.

Since we haven't seen each other in years- we chatted for years too. The staff  might have thought to kick us out. We started our beverages- chat more, eat more and more of the chat. My voice is killing me already. One commented on me having a British accent. Okay, I understand her. Haha

Now the night is going to end for some but not for others including me. We head to the nearest karaoke place. Wohooo! Can I hold it? I asked myself. Hell yes! And so I went with my voice coarse like unprocessed seasalt and rough as sandpaper. Goodness. I sang but no one cared. I danced everyone laughed. Hard. 

It's time to go home at 3am. I had a very good time and is well recommended to do it again but I lost my voice completely. From singing, laughing and coughing, that's where the magic lied. Uhuh.

All Sunday I was again up for another ride around the town. Played shooting game and won some prices. Yay. Couple more beers and  there, I'm down. Following day I called in sick. First ever time I called sick because of  bad cough and lost voice. Where is it?  Eh di wow. I must have overdone it. Now I'm  struggling not even being able to hear my own voice. Plenty of :-( faces but the punctuation mark really is plenty of :-) faces.