This is totally supposed to be all things Chuppah related…..We’ll Chuppah chat tomorrow, we need to address something very important - - Booze at 30 yrs old, its effect on me!
Last Thursday I met my friend for Happy Hour. Happy Hour people, we’re talking two girls, lots of conversation, lite apps, and wine. Its 5:30pm. Fast forward to 5:30 the next morning and you’ll find me lying on the bathroom floor praying to the porcelain god every 20 minutes. YOU GOT THAT RIGHT - - my arse was hung the fu** over. Call into work and lie, hung the fu** over. Did I tell you I had THREE GLASSES OF WINE, 3!!!!
My long weekend turned loooong weekend! I was so upset with myself. I mean how irresponsible of me – I couldn’t even put myself together to go to work. These aren’t the days of, ‘drank too much I have to skip class – no biggie I’ll get the notes from someone…” These are the days of bill paying, responsibility binding adulthood. And what am I doing….Losing to 3 glasses of white wine - FUCK!
What am I going to do the days leading up to my wedding?
What am I going to do on my wedding day?
What am I going to do if I can’t make the ‘Day After Breakfast’ because I’m to effing hung over?
The sun came out today – I never want to meet for Happy Hour again – We had a lovely weekend of rain, cold temps and a walk along the beach with our furgirls…
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