The short answer is: Stay the hell out of goddamn 7-11.
I know exactly what you’re thinking: What in the name of anaphylaxis is going on here?!?!? Believe me, I was thinking it too. I may have even been screaming it out loud. Or at least I was in my head. I couldn’t alarm The Patient. All I can say to the makers of Benadryl is:
Thank You.
Thank you.
And did I say, Thank you?
I would send them a singing telegram if only I could hire Mr. Peanut to tap dance, juggle EpiPens and croon my deepest thanks. Instead this post will have suffice. Oh, I’ve got a story for ya.
Tina, our dear friend Diva Cindi, and I headed to Philadelphia this past weekend to get our Rocky on and run the full (Tina) and half (Colby and Diva Cindi) Philadelphia Marathon. We had this shit all planned for months. In fact, Tina has already posted her race recap which I strongly suggest you read HERE. Tina had registered for the full and I decided, “What the hell?” and registered for the half. I peer pressured Diva Cindi into it too. Like all BRFs do. (Best Running Friends, for those not “in the know”.) Perfect.
Girls Weekend at the Ritz!
Running!
Laughing!
Celebrating!
Drinking copious amounts of beer post race!
Hair braiding and tickle fights!
YEAY ESTROGEN!
This was our 2014 race season swan song. Secretly, I had planned on running my little heart out. I had my eye on a PR. But apparently my eye was also on an Achilles injury post ultra marathon, followed by an unrelated (surprise!) surgery which put me out of commission in the weeks leading up to the half. I’ll just put it this way: I haven’t had a good run lately. That is both literal and figurative. More on what is ailing me at another time. I promise. For me, this was either going to be the race of a lifetime or an absolute shit show. Total coin flip.
Tina on the other hand was prepared. Even though she said she didn’t feel like she was, I didn’t believe her. She always is. Trained and Tapered, Tina was ready. Somewhere along the Jersey Pike she exclaimed: I am really f*cking psyched for this marathon! I *’ed out the profanity because it’s Tina. And she’s more Lady than Pirate, but put a couple of pints in that broad and she might as well have a patch on her eye and a hook for a hand. See us at the Expo all smilely and stuff? Christ, we are buzzing with excitement. That’s why it’s blurry. We mill around. Test stuff out. Buy a new, rad Janji cap from my friend Dave, laugh our heads off and realize we haven’t eaten. I glance at Tina. She is slightly dazed and pale.
What do you need?
She says she needs Gatorade. I suggest we eat. Because we haven’t. And someone is running awfully far in the morning. For as smart as our mother’s think we are, we are fools. Hypoglycemic, amateur fools. We head out. And walk promptly into a Goddamn Wawa 7-11. {Note: I now hate Goddamn 7-11s. I do love Wawas.) Tina makes a bee line for the Gatorade and chugs 32oz like she was at frat party in the mid-90s.
She heads to the nut aisle.
It is here Dear Reader, that our story takes a precipitous turn for the worst.
I hear this, with traces of a Boston accent:
{Perturbed} Plantah’s Almonds are $2 more?!?! I’m not paying two extra goddamn dollahs for a peanut wearin’ a top hat. No sir!!!
Instead of buying the brand she has eaten before, she buys the off brand nuts.
Meanwhile, en route to the Ritz, two dollahs richer, she reads the back of the bag as a PERSON WITH SEVERE ALLERGIES DOES, decides it’s fine, rips it open and downs the pack.
We leave.
{Small voice} I feel like I swallowed a nut wrong.
WHAT?
We walk.
She trips on a curb.
We make eye contact.
She’s quiet.
I arch an eyebrow.
We’re in the room.
{Wheezes calmly.} I am having an allergic reaction.
Diva Cindi and I look up from our race swag.
WHAT. THE. FUCK.
Holy allergic reaction. She has morphed into Sherman Klump, the Nutty Professor. Her eye BALLOONS. Right before our very eyes. This is serious. Diva Cindi dives in her purse and throws two Bendryl and a packet of Equal at her. OH MY GOD TINA GRAB YOUR EPIPEN! Her response as she swallows the two Benedryl and a Claritin?
{Rasps} NO! If I use my EpiPen, I’ll have to go to the hospital and then I won’t be able to run tomorrow.
Now. There are 100s of responses to make upon hearing that nonsense, beginning with: I’ve called 911. They’re admitting you to an insane asylum after the epinephrine shot and steroids because you are being totally OUT OF YOUR EFFEN MIND. I JUST 5150’d YOUR CRAZY ASS!
Allergies are some scary stuff. They’re not funny. And believe me, if this story didn’t have a happy ending, I wouldn’t be calling her Sherman Klump. I’d be rocking in the corner, sucking my thumb, penning her eulogy and not posting this…
Because that’s what really happened. After several minutes post mega dose of Benedryl, she ASSURED us she could breathe. Her wheezing subsided. She still kind of looked like a starving puffer fish, but insisted she was feeling better. Instead, WE insisted she throw on her sunglasses for supper. For Christ sake, she was hideous. Besides, we needed to gain control of this ridiculous situation. Glasses on, Lady! We don’t care if it’s dark and you can barely see. We have an image to protect! BRFs. They RULE!
Thankfully, all ended well. After eating her height in pancakes, Chilly Willy put her swollen head on the table, and promptly nodded off in her syrup. She woke up radiant, with a killer Benedryl hangover and proceeded to run one hell of a marathon. I have to be honest. She qualified for Boston her first time running a marathon yet, I am more proud of her for running Philly. There is no one like her. And I’m honored she is my best friend.
Her allergist appointment is next week just after my cardiologist appointment and short stint in rehab to combat Xanax and alcohol addiction. She kills me that goddamn Tina.
I’ll be over to read Tina’s post next, but holy crap this is the best blog post ever. I’m allowed to say that because Tina is okay, right?
Tina I’m so glad you’re okay! Those damn nuts!!!
Totally. Phew. But I have to say, we laughed our asses off afterwards. You know, once she could breathe. I am STILL drinking to numb the pain from that episode. Cheers Salt! 🙂
Are you kidding? I’m still laughing, Salt! Laugh away, I’m fine. Colby, that was some crazy shit. Can we ever be normal for once? And would it be any fun?
This post is hysterical.
It takes the medal for craziest shit ever. And no. Normal is not our thing. We would be D-U-L-L. And dull ain’t fun. We’ve made some stellar memories my friend!!! Xoxo
OMG, so glad that Tina’s fine and that you guys can see the humor of the situation now. Great post, Colby. Tina, next time, you don’t need to put your life on the line to entertain us readers. Your usual antics do just fine.
Thank you! I know, right?!?! Talk about sacrificing yourself for a laugh!! She was a hot mess. Thankfully she’s still here to laugh about it. 🙂
It’s only a matter of time before you two become reality tv stars. Move over honey boo-boo.
That little shit was canceled. We may have an “in”. And it won’t involve pageants, unsavory boyfriends, sketti or Cheetos. 🙂
OMG. You people are flipping nuts and I love you for it.
(pun not intended until I saw that I did it and now I’m kinda proud….)
I saw what you did right there you Witty Minx. 😉 NUTS was definitely the word of the day!!!
Was anxiously awaiting this post with benedryl-laden breathe. Glad Tina is ok. You just never know what you nutty girls will do next.
That broad aged me about 10 years. In fact, I might send her the bill for my highlights. I counted 8 new grey hairs.
Tell her it stressed me out too and add my hightlights to the bill. Cash or check. 🙂
Done. Then you and I will head out with our gorgeous hair for cocktails. 🙂
You gals sound like a hoot. Come down to Wilmington and I’ll rid the entire city of those nasty nuts and we’ll have our cocktails. I mean we’ll run.
Oh, holy nuts! Craziness! Tina, I’m glad you survived to run another day. Colby, your re-creation of the event was why ROTFLMAO was invented. Brilliance!
Oh Angela. You have no idea. I think I (read: my liver) have finally recovered. And thank you 🙂
PS…So happy you are back. You look AMAZING. 🙂
Thanks, I feel great, too!
OMG I am laughing so. Damn. Hard. (Which, again, is okay because it’s a happy ending? Right?)
Laugh your head off Angela! I’ve retold this story all damn week. It’s gets funnier and funnier every time! 🙂
I’m still laughing. All’s well that ends well.
Man I tell ya! Only would this this happen on a Tina and Colby trip! I’m glad that Tina is doing well and I read her recap last week. Thanks for your spin on the course of events and I hope you are getting stronger post surgery chica!!
Seriously, Lee. Can you stinking believe it?!?! It was a Classic Colby and Tina moment. And thank you—I’m on the mend at least for the time being. I’ll take it! 🙂 Hope your holiday was fantastic!
I’m sure it was haha lol. I know you two would be pure fun in person. I don’t know if you watch the Amazing Race but there was a female team on there known as the cyclists. They reminded me of you and Tina. I could so see you two being like them 🙂
Hmmmmm reality tv. We need to take this shit on the road!!! 😉
Hahaha yep!!! I’m telling the you the cyclists on this season of the Amazing Race, I kept replacing there names with Colby and Tina no lie haha lol 🙂
I LOVE IT!!!
Holy crap! Thank god she’s ok! I would have been so scared.
And THAT is why I had one of my Top 10 worst hangover’s of my life come Monday morning. Sweet Jesus. She drove me to drink. 😉 Gah.
Who the hell are you kidding? I was just a convenient excuse for you. 🙂 I feel used.
You got it Toots!
Nicole, what an ordeal for you, Tina and Cindy and thank the Lord it all ended well! I know I should be focused on the fact that Tina is recovering and a crazy amazing runner, you all ran a great race for which you should be congratulated, and you’ve entertained me yet again with another incredibly witty post, but I’m too excited about this: you have helped me figure out who it is you remind me of at long last, and that is Eva Mendes (pictured above)!!! Hopefully that is a compliment for you (I can’t imagine it wouldn’t be, ha, ha)!
Oh my god. I WISH! You’re too sweet Christina! Tina aged me 10 years after Philly. I’m more Eva Mendes great grandmother than Eva. Xoxo
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I…just….yeah. Totally speechless on this one. Would it be rude if I admitted it took me 20 minutes to stop laughing because that is EXACTLY how I would have reacted…”I’M NOT GOING TO ANY F*&^ING HOSPITAL! I HAVE A GODDAMN MARATHON TO RUN IN THE MORNING! BREATHING IS OVERRATED ANYWAY!” You go Tina. You are my goddamn hero.
And THIS is why if the 3 of us ever got together, laughter, debauchery and straight up FRIENDSHIP would ensue! She’s a beast, my BFF. 🙂
If I ever suck it up weatherwise and get my ass back home to CT then we shall, by all means, wreak havoc and debauchery on the stuffy, uptight, and unknowing victims of CT boredom! How much trouble could we get into if we have the law on our side. Then again……
Come on up. We know some cops and they don’t help us out I can represent us in the inevitable debauchery charges.
Breathing is overrated, by the way. Who needs an open windpipe to run a marathon? Not this girl!
No worries. Tina is an attorney. We’re all set. 😉
As an added bonus, I’m quite close to one of those guys with a gun! Think we’ve got all avenues covered!
YAHOO!!!
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