I am typically an early riser who heads to bed well before any Fairy Godmother could show up to change my world. At 9:00 P.M. it is lights out. It is rare for me to go out during the week, however, last Thursday I decided to break my standard rule – Never go out in the middle of the week…
I met up with a friends for a low-low key evening: drinks and a few laughs. I decided to keep food to a minimum during the day so I could cheat on a plateful of chicken nachos. I was even careful to keep my drinks fairly low-calorie – flavored vodka and soda mixed with a little lime. The drinks were tasty and seemed weak and harmless, that is, until someone bought a round of tequila shots. I am not much of a drinker beyond wine and vodka, so I do not really understand what went wrong in my judgement, but yes, something did go horribly wrong. After a few cranberry vodka and sodas, coupled with a tequila shot or three, my “low-key” evening turned into a party. I generally do not dance, I don’t feel that I am good at it, however, tequila told me otherwise.
I awoke Friday morning at 5:40 A.M., turned off my alarm, and then did something that I never do: I rolled back over hoping that some higher power would intervene and I would be well again. At 7:00 A.M. the answer was a firm NO. I managed to head downstairs to the couch where I parked myself for the remainder of the day. I would like to take a moment to shout out to the maker’s of Advil, your efforts have not went unnoticed.
And then, of course, there was St. Patrick’s Day…
Time to get focused again. 😉