Hardly a hangover at all


Last night we had our work Christmas party and I spent all yesterday veering between definitely not going to the work party as I was much too sick ( with the longest running head cold ever !) and thinking maybe I would go down for a
While and that I might even have some wine. A brave choice given the effect wine normally has on me and the fact that I had a 9.30 start this morning.
In the end I decided I had enough of feeling tired and bored and that seeing as 
Lately my stomach seemed to be sick pretty much all the time from
Poor food choices then what difference would a little wine make. 

Donning my vintage sequinned dress 

and abandoning plans to tame some incredibly disobedient hair I made my way around the corner to the hotel where the party was on with with one of the girls who was also choosing to skip the meal .A convenient choice of venue if I do say so myself. First things first we hit the bar on Our way to the party and I swear after four months of sobriety all it took was a tiny sip of my first glass and I was tipsy. 
one glass down and we hit the dance floor to the tune of a brass 'wedding band' murdering many songs I liked and just as many I didn't but we danced anyway. Many of the other parties were made up of people a good thirty years older than me and we had to do our best out dancing to fend off the attentions of a geriatric lothario type who appeared to be on the prowl. Two more glasses of wine and much more dancing and I was happy out for the night. 

As I was sneaking off early to get chips I was already congratulating myself on a night well done. I didn't get too drunk
Or say anything I shouldn't or lose anything or injure myself ( not that I'd usually do any of those things ). I did walk 
Home with rather Chaffed arms as it seems dancing in a sequinned dress is more hazardous than it initially seems. Or else I need to change up my dancing so my arms make less contact With my body. I got the most amazing chips from
The chippers closest to my apartment and rushed home to get into pyjamas and watch an episode of castle and start operation sober the hell up before sleeping.

So this morning my alarm goes off at 8
And I wake feeling fresh as a fucking daisy. Okay well maybe not that good but still doing pretty damn well all things being considered and pretty damn chipper. Dancing about the place to music while drinking copious amounts of tea and getting ready. I get the whole way through a full day of work with a mild
Headache and feeling a little bit tired. Work was horribly busy so it was like an early Christmas present to me. 
Something tells me such hangover
Reprieve is unlikely to be repeated. I'd never be that lucky 

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