Fun With Xanax

About 7 years ago, Blake and I planned a ski trip in Colorado. As we boarded the plane in Wichita, I got to our seats, made myself comfortable and then realized I was missing something. Blake. I excused me and pardoned me back out of the plane to find him just outside the entryway plastered against the wall. He said something to the effect of, "There's no way I'm getting on that deathtrap, tube of a coffin." We drove to Colorado.

Now that we've been invited to the Country Music Awards, Blake called the doctor for a refill of the Xanax he was given for the panic attacks he suffered from 7 years ago. He was encouraged to take one when we'd be around the house to make sure there were no strange effects, and that the drug would work properly. Here's where the fun begins.

Last night he took one pill at 5:15 pm and asked me to check with him in an hour. After about 30 minutes had passed, I asked him if he felt anything. He said he was fine, but felt like he was "Splurring his spleech." Hee Hee. After a full hour had passed the real fun began. Apparently the drug made him a little paranoid. He began to ramble about how stay at home housewives are the most likely to have internet affairs. I reminded him that he was completely welcome to dissect my computer at any time. He continued babbling about online dating, and said the strangest thing. He said, "Well how would you feel if I came home and said I was having a love affair with Keith Urban?" I cracked up! It made no sense, and I knew the drug was going to be just as fun for me as effective for Blake. Then he said that maybe the Xanax would give him the courage to talk to Martina McBride. But then he said, "I could remind her that the last time we were in the same room, she was wearing a cat suit." (There is some story about her working at a restaurant years ago at Halloween and Blake was there.) Whatever it means, I really hope that opportunity DOES NOT present itself.

It looks like the drug will do its job, and we should be boarding the plane together this time. I am also fairly certain that there will be several more bloggable moments as a result.

Oh - and this "free" trip isn't exactly remaining free. At last tally, we've spent $180,715.00! We had to use 90K frequent flyer miles which were rewarded on a dollar spent/mile earned basis. We got the last two seats on at least one leg, and with it being a last minute flight the rates were sky high. One of the side effects of the Xanax is increased risk taking. We went to Sheplers last night to look at boots, and somehow ended up with a pair costing more than my last Jag repair. Needless to say, I'll be looking for my dress at Goodwill!