And then things started to go downhill from there. What started with "hey we're getting kind of tipsy and munching on some great food," turned into me getting punched in the face by karma and suddenly becoming sloppy drunk and apparently with food poisoning. The latter I didn't figure out until later on, like this morning when I was praying I would just die. Actually I'm still feeling like that, and with a car trip today back to Wisconsin, let's just say there was a lot of mental hoping that it would be over with soon.
I don't remember buying my new Yurman or Juicy velour dress. Yes I know everyone has the that dress but I'm behind on those things, plus I kept hoping to get it on sale and missing it altogether. I even missed our post shopping ritual, dinner at Joe's. I don't think you want to know why. My friend had to call my dad and say that I had "food poisoning," which he didn't believe, and that they had to put me in a cab stat.
Plus, because I fell asleep with my eye make up on (but contacts out!) I woke up this morning with a horribly bloodshot left eye that was watering like a fountain. That has fortunately cleared up but it was not enjoyable at all. No contacts for me this weekend.
So now that you're groaning and/or laughing at my bad choices, what have I learned from this? Well I will not be drinking in excess anytime too soon and I'm not in college anymore so "double fisting" Pinot Grigio isn't hot in your late-20s.
This might be gross, but I'm wondering, do I count the calories you consumed but then "saw again" later?