How was YOUR Saturday night?

A better question might be "how was YOUR Sunday morning?" Mine was... challenging. We had to get up and go to brunch for my mom's birthday. If ever there was a family event I could not skip out on due to self-induced illness, this would be it. I had been misled by feeling really good when I woke up. Unfortunately, it's because I was still drunk. As the last of the alcohol wore off, I realized just how bad I was actually feeling. I spent a full hour moaning on the couch before I was able to get mobile.

Eating brunch helped a lot, even though I couldn't eat very much. It was the first time I've ever been to a buffet and not made a complete pig of myself. I didn't even have any bacons.

Spent most of the afternoon napping. I did have a mild heart attack when, half-asleep, I thought I heard Mika frantically calling for me from the other room. I raced in to find she was watching The Simpsons and I had been hearing Lisa talking with Ralph.

Now I am back in Regina. The roads were fine.

I am glad so many people liked my blog post from yesterday. I got several amused comments on that entry, several more emails about it - Aaron said "Apparently alcohol brings out the keen, verbally economic observer in you," - and apparently my cousin and my mom read it out loud to each other. I am not sure my mom was as amused as the rest of you. But at least she didn't have to drive me to Extra Foods today to rent a steam cleaner. I will save that story for another day, though I bet you can piece it all together right now if you tried.

I don't know why it always seems like a good idea to rush to the internet every time I've had a few too many. At any rate, it's becoming far too easy. Back in the day, I could only have drunken AIM chats and they would be forgotten unless someone saved them (someone always saved them). Now I can fill up LiveJournal and message boards, and I can even Twitter and send texts directly from the party. Which I did. Many many times.

But now it is today and I feel like I am far too old for this nonsense. In several senses of the word - I used to be more resilient than I am now, plus there comes a point that it's just not... age-appropriate anymore. Not that this stops a lot of people I know. Oh well, I drink to that degree about once every two years, so I'm good until late 2010 or early 2011. I tried saying "never again" but I shouldn't make promises I can't keep. I will try to not do it again to such a degree. That seems more honest.

Best parts of yesterday's blog entry:

1)- The striking similarity between that post and Abbie's blog. Check that spelling, spacing, punctuation, and capitalization.

2)- Even drunk, I managed to successfully tag the entry. And choosing "sad truths about myself?" I laughed a lot when I saw that. Plus, y'know, I get 100% for accuracy as well.