Over-served

Emily, I was over-served on Friday. At about noon. It started out pretty innocently. A little red wine with colleagues at our holiday party. But then there was the associate skit, which bordered on inappropriate. And then there was the band. And watching some of the older partners dance with the eerily exact same moves as my Father. And then there was me, joining the dancing. And with all of that came more red wine. Of course, that alone didn't do it. Had I called it quits after shutting down the band at 4:00 (yes, we dance in the afternoon - we don't question it) I may have been ok. But no - that is not what happened next. Next, we left the ballroom to find a lovely young bride and groom having their wedding photos in the lobby of the Benson. Who better to join them then me and a few work friends? After our photo shoot we went to Mother's to celebrate. And we discovered the Texicana. Have you ever had one? I have. Actually, I've had 6. Unfortunately I had them all on Friday. I don't know what is in a Texicana exactly but I'm pretty sure there was coffee and whiskey. At 7:00pm I was hit with the sudden and strong realization that if I didn't make it home within 20 minutes I would pass out at Mother's. My dear, sweet husband shuttled me home. I won't go into details about the rest of the night but I'm sure you can use your imagination.

Saturday was fun. It included a lot of eating and then sitting. There was breakfast at Elmers. Followed by sitting on the couch and watching Criminal Minds. Then lunch at Skyline Burger. Followed by sitting on the couch and reading/napping. Then there was another holiday party with prime rib and mashed potatos and cheesecake (no wine, thank you). Followed by more time on the couch and more Criminal Minds. Later that night there was toast.

Here is what I've learned. I haven't been over-served in awhile. Regardless, the tried and true method of feeding the hangover still works. What doesn't work quite as well is my bounce-back time. Even Sunday night I was still a little uncertain of my ability to ever drink again... We're off to a Blazer game tonight. Will a beer and a hot dog be in my future? I'm pretty sure the hot dog is in, but the beer? Well, we'll see...