Margaritas

Margaritas last night was fun. I got to hang out with the Fleegan girls, which I rarely do so it was good times. I haven't had anything to drink since Captain Morgan kicked my ass (yarrgh!) about 6 or 7 months ago. This is how it goes:

4-5 Margaritas
6 months without drinking
- 1 Gallbladder
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Drunkest person at the table

I felt fine when I got home but I still had a glass of water and aspirin before I went to sleep. This morning I feel sort of "blech". It's not the usual feeling of a horse kicking you in the head. It's more like a troop of Care Bears lined up and repeatedly kicked me in the head all night. It doesn't hurt, but it leaves me with a sense of vague annoyance. My slowness this morning is probably because instead of getting up and getting on the treadmill, I watched Buffy. And since I took a shower before bed I didn't take another this morning.

Plus I'm wearing flip-flops and I have to walk slow in those or else I'll fall down.

But last night was fun and there were many of the laughs and the jokes. The best part of the night was definitely the kinship of women who know and understand each other. It made me feel much less alone in some of the things I have been going through lately. (if only I'd known I wasn't the only one who felt that way...)

Plus, Pickle said something in the car on the way home that is still making me laugh, and if I told you it wouldn't be funny.... but trust me. Hilarity.

And I got to sit next to Liz!