All I did was buy a nice bottle of Coonawarra Shiraz and have it with some nice chinese food last night and kept drinking. It was tasty. I drank the shiraz like I did good coffee, in measured but appreciative sips, savouring each mouthful as it slid down my throat and made me so so warm.
Then I stumbled to bed.
Then I woke up at 7am, rang work and croaked “what time am I starting today? 11.30am? Great, see you then” hung up the mobile, reset the alarmclock and slept whilst my hangover settled in.
I showered, washed hair, makeupped myself, and slid into work feeling like death. Who knew what a call centre was like, when the volume was turn up loud. Damn.
I had many calls to deal with, I wanted people to treat me delicately, but instead, they laughed. Oh how I hated them. Now, i sit here at 1.20am, I still have my hangover headache, and I wish that I could just drink like I used to, and not feel the consequences.
*sigh*
Hi your blog looks great.
I know what you mean about getting old, when I realised I was getting old subconsciously i got pregnant and had a baby. Now i can’t drink any alcohol and thus don’t feel the delayed “i am too old for this” effects of a hangover.
Enjoy drinking a good wine and your “own” time it all changes when you have a bub.
take care
yamilla!! so glad to have you back! how are you? How is the baby?!
i am getting clucky, too, scary!
There is only one solution.
Limit thyself to 1/2 bottle of red in a sitting.
i will indeed.
but it was a nice session, and tasty.