how can you confuse a word processor and a food processor?
this past 8 days has been a trial. and i write this with a sore throat so sore it feels like i'm gargling with ground glass. Speaking is about 10% of normal pitch and pace, I might have to resort to sign language on monday if it doesn't clear up by then. :(
Friday i went to Ston Easton with the family for the swimming club social dinner. got my hair blonded, which took our hairdresser the best part of two hours and after a ride out to the middle of nowhere (the hotel itself is in Shepton Mallet) we relaxed with tea and cake before getting ready. here's a picture of me ready:
Domino has always been a Marvel favorite of mine, probably why i paid through the nose for this dress back in 2011. But it is lovely, i got a lot of comments on the dancefloor ("...the girl in the domino dress") which while ambigious in context I am going to focus on the good things and just take things with a pinch and say "HA! See! I am good!".
at midnight my mom and I, both rather drunk found the adjacent bar and it's chess set. There is nothing like drunken chess because all strategy goes out the window and the whole mid point of the game turns into the equivalent of a shootout. Second-row pieces toppled like ninepins, both Queens were gone early and come the end only three second-row pieces survived. it was 1am at this point, everyone was shattered and/or shot and then a girl started singing an off-key version of Ava Maria. this was after she had downed two flaming sambukas. Impressive girl, both in liver and lung function.
The following day we had breakfast and I got a hungover lift back to Bristol for 1pm. This is because my friends were organising a meal in a Bristol bar for 2pm and i wanted to get there early to try and ease the hangover.
SO there's me, at 1.30pm, nursing a coffee in this pretty sparse and vacant Bristol bar. It was nice actually, it was very quiet, i had a copy of the Guardian and the rain was bouncing off the ground. in fact i think the rain didn't stop THE ENTIRE DAY. It's been the Christmas of Rain over the past seven days.
Anyway, my friends arrived at 2pm and we had hugs and chats and cocktails. Then we had the food.
And more cocktails. And more alcohol.
And we left the bar at 8pm, i was beyond drunk. staggering to another bar to continue the fun I begged off at 9.30pm, both knackered from the night before and drunk out of my mind on cocktails.
Hey, i'm 33. I'm OLD. My liver's a bit dodgy from all the HRT, so i can't handle my booze very well. I was in no state to drive the following day and the following day AFTER THAT i was still delicate. Being hungover on Christmas Eve in work 48 hours after the event itself takes skill. the only thing worse off than my head was my bank-account.
Friday i went to Ston Easton with the family for the swimming club social dinner. got my hair blonded, which took our hairdresser the best part of two hours and after a ride out to the middle of nowhere (the hotel itself is in Shepton Mallet) we relaxed with tea and cake before getting ready. here's a picture of me ready:
Domino has always been a Marvel favorite of mine, probably why i paid through the nose for this dress back in 2011. But it is lovely, i got a lot of comments on the dancefloor ("...the girl in the domino dress") which while ambigious in context I am going to focus on the good things and just take things with a pinch and say "HA! See! I am good!".
at midnight my mom and I, both rather drunk found the adjacent bar and it's chess set. There is nothing like drunken chess because all strategy goes out the window and the whole mid point of the game turns into the equivalent of a shootout. Second-row pieces toppled like ninepins, both Queens were gone early and come the end only three second-row pieces survived. it was 1am at this point, everyone was shattered and/or shot and then a girl started singing an off-key version of Ava Maria. this was after she had downed two flaming sambukas. Impressive girl, both in liver and lung function.
The following day we had breakfast and I got a hungover lift back to Bristol for 1pm. This is because my friends were organising a meal in a Bristol bar for 2pm and i wanted to get there early to try and ease the hangover.
SO there's me, at 1.30pm, nursing a coffee in this pretty sparse and vacant Bristol bar. It was nice actually, it was very quiet, i had a copy of the Guardian and the rain was bouncing off the ground. in fact i think the rain didn't stop THE ENTIRE DAY. It's been the Christmas of Rain over the past seven days.
Anyway, my friends arrived at 2pm and we had hugs and chats and cocktails. Then we had the food.
And more cocktails. And more alcohol.
And we left the bar at 8pm, i was beyond drunk. staggering to another bar to continue the fun I begged off at 9.30pm, both knackered from the night before and drunk out of my mind on cocktails.
Hey, i'm 33. I'm OLD. My liver's a bit dodgy from all the HRT, so i can't handle my booze very well. I was in no state to drive the following day and the following day AFTER THAT i was still delicate. Being hungover on Christmas Eve in work 48 hours after the event itself takes skill. the only thing worse off than my head was my bank-account.