A lesson never learned. — The Social Experience
Today was my first day of work. In preparation for this day, last night I drank an entire bottle of wine and started my period, you know, to make things challenging. Let it never be said that I don't make wise and careful decisions about alcohol consumption.
Last night we hosted our first dinner party since moving to Portland. It was small, quaint, complete with homemade lasagna, freshly baked cookies, a (failed) fire in the fireplace, and a board game. The bottle of wine practically poured itself and since I was the only one drinking wine, I accidentally drank it all. Bedtime was at 1:30AM and around 4:AM the monster inside my uterus started to claw and writhe within me. The cramps woke me up and kept me up for about two hours. Then the cats, energized from an evening of hiding from company, started chasing each other and meowing in corners. Not having to be to work until 11:AM I gave up trying to sleep around 9:AM and realized that I was not only extremely hungover, but still a little drunk.
After years of living in NYC and drinking absurd amounts of alcohol on weekday nights and then dragging myself into work the next morning, often times into meetings wherein I was giving a presentation, I'm a bit of a pro when it comes to working while holding the vomit down. That's not to say that I enjoy this specific method of torture, it just continues to be a lesson not learned, however, I pulled through today with a surprising amount of grace, and with the aid of a touch of blush to the cheeks no one was the wiser that underneath it all lie none other than the walking dead.
Kudos' to your bravery and enduring self torture.
I do have to say from my personal experience you sure know how to make a first impression. Hope the day wasn't a total loss.
Mr. Space wrote:
At least the cops didn't break up *that* party
I love drinking..good fire, Healther
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