Friday was a completely wonderful evening, strolling the streets of this little Berg and taking in some local art in a Gallery Hop sponsored by the downtown organization. Sweet. My favorite artist by far was this guy who did large paintings of sexy broads. They were punky and funky and one was downright heavenly.
Saturday was the surprise anniversary party that I had for my parents. It was mah-velous, simply perfect. Since their anniversary was at the beginning of this month, it took them by total surprise. They walked in and everyone said, "Happy Fourtieth!" And my mother said, "Who's fourty?" It was hilarious.
I drank wine, red wine and too much of it. I know I'm a lightweight and I overindulged causing a bonified two day hangover. Deathly sick is an understatement. I do not miss the party girl days of late afternoons spent dry-heaving, so sick your body won't let you sleep even though you're exhausted.
Honest to gawd, I lost half of my brain cells. It hurt and now I'm foggy and hollow. I actually cried while watching the Antiques Roadshow, various commercials and ABC programming last night. On the way to work I was thinking I didn't know what was worse, being so ultimately horny with no real cock in sight or being so hung over that being on the wagon sounds like the perfect lifestyle choice.
