Thursday, July 26, 2007

Hung. Over.

OMG. Happy Birthday, Dan.

I had 3 drinks (one of which I spilled halfway through, almost severing Ben's toe with my shattered glass. I took that as a sign that it was time to leave). 3 drinks is 2.5 drinks too many.

We didn't even fight.


How many pictures do I have of me and Misty JUST LIKE THIS from college? Too many. Super senior year, anyone?

Why Bradley creeps me the eff out. Seriously they are too tame and cat-sized.

I am almost 30, and I cannot drink anymore. Home by 10:30 and still hung over 28 hours later. And puffy. So, so puffy. Before pregnancy? I couldn't even TASTE vodka anymore. Not that that's healthy or anything, but still. My. head. hurts.

4 comments:

Becca said...

Oh man, sorry about the hangover. I'm good for about half a beer these days, less if it's hot.

Ben said...

You are so cute. That picture of you Ben and Jon is great. Can't wait to see you and Harry Bear tomorrow.

Love you

Ben

sarah said...

I hear you. I had two glasses of wine last night at a girlfriend's house and thought I was going to have to crash on the couch--what a sad state of affairs that is.

August said...

I can't seem to handle booze anymore either, and I didn't even have a baby! Welcome to the lameness of the late 20s, I guess.