This morning I woke up with a vague feeling of malaise--a sense of something not quite right about the cranium. Cotton mouth ... headache ... total lack of appetite ... even more desire than usual for vast amounts of caffeine.
Then I remembered. This is what a hangover feels like.
Last night we went to my friend Liz's semi-annual Loud Dinner Party. She invites all her loudest girlfriends (big surprise that I was invited, right?) and their much quieter husbands and has a big gumbo dinner. There were fourteen of us there, and I happen to know that we killed over two magnums of champagne. Before dinner. And then had wine with. And then there was the port afterwards.
This morning I'm guzzling a lot of tea. And reading blogs. Be gentle with me, please.