Drunken Time With Good Friends

It was supposed to be a quiet get together on Saturday night. I finally stumbled home at about seven am on Sunday. I undoubtedly spouted bullshit for quite some time but I believe that is acceptable behaviour at these events. And after the amount of booze that was consumed I doubt any of us actually remember what the hell we said any way. It would be rude if anyone did. It was a great night of gabbing, silliness and music. Bliss.

My hangover has receded now but it was very, very unwilling to. It took some gentle persuasion involving about 4 or 5 litres of water. I think I need more. Lots and lots more. Maybe a darkened room too. And pizza.

Now I am not going to be foolish enough to say I'm never doing that again, that never works. My plan is to not do that again for quite some time. Prior to this time the last time was about ten months ago. I think I'll leave it a little longer next time, maybe a year. Or two.

More water, a movie, a quilt and the couch. My immediate future.

Boyfriend will be home soon so hugs will be involved too.