While some may have thought happy hour was a pleasant way to end “hump day” (see Ian's entry), for me it was like the earth came crashing down on my head.
Now let me start by saying I don't get conventional hangovers. I had three margaritas. Count them, 1 … 2 … 3. After getting home, the headache began, so I downed a Berocca (see cute flashy link, view what Berocca is), and started feeling better. More water, a little more achiness, and then off to bed. Can you say ARGHHHHHH? I must have slept a total of 1-2 hours. My neck hurt, my head hurt, I was all nasty and sweaty (hmm … that reminds me, must wash linens).
The sad (?) thing is … it was all worth it 🙂 It was nice just to kick back, consume margaritas, and enjoy the company of friends and amazing hairdos. Yes, you know what I'm talking about 🙂