My name is Tisha...

...and I am off the alcohol!

I now know just how bad my allergies can be. Saturday night saw me wheezing and crying in panic because I felt like my chest was constricting. It was kinda like I was drowning on dry land. There was a doctor in the house, and he carried me (I'm told. I vaguely remember being carried) and lay me down on the floor, put my feet up, and talked me through it. Apparently, I had too much oxygen in my system and not enough carbon dioxide. So I had to exhale longer than I inhaled.

I shall be happy to go back to my duties as designated cleaner-upper.

On the up side, it was another fun beach trip. Our new members have been officially inducted into the Warriors School of Partying. But all the ugly things that happened in Laguna shall stay in Laguna--bits of spaghetti and chunks of beef empanada and all. Haha.

Although they're bound to make an appearance in the brand new Boom-boom Room. Golden Ticket, lezgo!