What I learned this weekend...I am no longer 22 years old. Now you think I would have known that by now, but apparently not, since I managed to be throwing up and feeling hung over without ever taking a sip of alcohol.
Yesterday was my soon to be sis-in-law's bridal shower and bachlorette party. Shower went well but the bachlorette kicked my butt. I drank water all night, at one point running across the street to one of the best ice cream shops in the area and got a chocolate malt (LOVE those). I danced like a crazy girl! Headed home around 12:30, in bed at 1. Yeah, late, but not crazy late. Well darling little Q, who has not once kept me up at night, decided that the dance party should not end and wanted to keep on partying with the girls. For about 45 minutes she was going crazy, possibly trying out for the Ro.ckettes, I'm not sure. Finally fell asleep and then I woke up at 5 SO sick. I was miserable. It is not fair that not only was I sober all night, but I still ended up sick. (as an aside, being the only sober person can be hysterically funny, drunk people do really stupid things) And today I felt like I drank a bottle of vodka, tired with the headache and when every single movement hurts. I'm wondering if it was the smoke in the bars since we went out in VA instead of the District or maybe just the change in routine. All I know is it SUCKED.
Tonight will be a very early night for me, I've got a killer week at work and then I've got private clients lined up Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday (for the record, next time I tell someone I can work on a Friday after I already worked all day, I need one of you to slap me). The only reason Wednesday is free is that it's Mr H's birthday. After all the party planning I did the last few weeks I completely forgot about it. Got to see about dinner reservations somewhere.
Off to straighten up. Mr H has been out of town since last week and the place is a complete mess. Hope everyone had a good weekend