Note to Self

Note to self: Do not get drunk on a weeknight.

Last night we went to meet Brian's longtime friend Hilary for dinner at her place. She had a beautiful house right on the beach in New Haven, CT. It was a hell of a drive. We got on the road at about 6:15 and didn't get to her house until about 7:45. By that time, I was famished. (Those of you that know me best know that I don't do well on an empty stomach in any capacity.)

Since I was meeting Hilary for the first time, I was a bit nervous. So in typical me fashion- in order to break the ice- I began pounding wine like an asshole.

By the time I was on my second glass and with an empty stomach... I knew I was in for it. Once I realized how incredibly cool Hilary was, I began to get carried away. We had so much in common and I was so excited to make a new friend. It was all about the moment! Before I knew it... Hil was breaking out a bottle of champagne to celebrate. Soon, I was on my second glass of champagne after the two glasses of wine. Then- the dreaded cigarettes came out.

Not pretty.

Today has been a wash. I woke up feeling miraculously good. I was wide awake and cheerful. It wasn't until I got out of the shower and got most of my make-up on that I realized... the hangover was starting to rear its ugly head. Ohhhh yeahhhh. It's been one hell of a day. And one hell of a reminder as to why I do not drink during the week.

Sigh.