the cocktail party cooking show

So I did it. I drank the "adrenal cocktail," just like I said I would. And let me tell you-- blogging is good for accountability. I really might have chickened out last night once I really thought about how nasty it was going to be. But I couldn't! Too many people were waiting with baited breath for feedback! The weight of the insomnia-afflicted blogging world rested on my shoulders! I had to press on! Or at least that's what I told myself. It made it feel much more important that way, and I wouldn't want to punk out on doing something important.

Also: I got Matt to video the whole process. I know- genius, right? But again- weight of the blog on my shoulders. What if you didn't believe that I actually did it? What if it was so nasty I spewed it out and no one believed it happened? For posterity's sake, I needed this occasion to be committed to film (or...whatever it is that holds videos inside a phone. Probs not film, actually).

So here we go, and might I say-- someone should give me a cooking show? One that features me mixing drinks (or homeopathic remedies, as the case may be)? Because I think I have real potential here. I only drop things on the floor like fourteen times. And sprint to the (filled with dirty dishes, let's be honest) sink to spit once. I mean...that's the kind of thing Food  Network is looking for, I believe. Add to it my amazing wardrobe (post-gym and Bachelor-viewing, thankyouverymuch) and how completely naturally and non-hyper I act in front of a camera...recipe for success, yall.

So here you go: The Erika Show- Magical Sleeping Juice ed. (video is 2:30ish)

Right. So.....??? Did it work???

Question of the hour, right??

.....drumroll, please.....

This was me in the car this morning. Does this look like the face of a girl who got some sleep?

Yes. Yes, it does.

Because I slept!!!! Wooooooo!!!! I woke up a few times, but I was able to go back to sleep in a reasonable amount of time, so we're chalking up the night and the juice as a big ol' fat WIN. Matt told me this morning that apparently I grinded (ground?) my teeth all night...which kinda sucks, but at least for a few nights, I'll definitely take that over not-sleeping. And I thanked him profusely for not waking me up to get me to stop grinding (which is what he normally does if I do that). Smart man right there.

Adrenal Cocktail, you complete me. You are super nasty, but totally worth it. I will definitely be drinking you again tonight. Any other brave insomniacs gonna be joining me?? What I'm going to do differently tonight is to have a clean glass of juice already prepared to chase the Cocktail with. And then try to drink a bunch of water before bed because I was definitely super thirsty. But other than that...bottoms up, yall. Chug-a-lug. (You might notice Matt said that to me in the video. It's what we say anytime you have to drink something really nasty because it's what the radiologist tech told me to do in the hospital when I was prepping for the CT scan. That CT scan smoothie is SICK NASTY and the dude stood there and cheered me on by shouting "chug-a-lug!!!" It was pretty awesome, actually.) (Need another example of something that required 'chug-a-lug'ging? Please refer to the Mag Citrate bowel prep I had to do before surgery and accompanying photos of my face reacting to that event.)