rusty

Saturday was a day filled with Christmas parties and reminded me how rusty I am at a jam packed social calendar. In the afternoon, I went to a lovely (read: civilized) luncheon GTG with some of my gal pals. I got to see some great friends and actually got to hang out with Joyce for a hour or so. It was awesome. Unfortunately, I had to leave the party early to head home & get ready for party #2.

Party #2 was the annual Christmas Party at the Clarks. It was at this party last year that Miller & I announced to our friends that we were expecting so it was kind of weird celebrating again, reminiscing that only a short year ago I was baking a tiny bun in the oven. Miller & I drew straws and agreed that he would be the designated driver for the evening, allowing me to enjoy a couple drinks. (Really, there was no drawing of straws. I basically told Miller that he would have to be DD because I was planning on getting tipsy.)

I guess it has been a lot longer than I remember, because my drinking chops were a little rusty. After 3 (or was it 4 or 5?) glasses of wine, I was W.A.S.T.E.D. And not only have I forgotten how to hold my alcohol, I forgot how much it SUCKSASS to be hungover. That's right folks. I spent the ENTIRE day on Sunday laid out on the couch like a college kid. Thank Gawd for Miller picking up the slack and being the sole parent to S.B.G. for the day. I was WORTHLESS.

Oh well. It's probably going to be a while before I drink like that again, but it was worth it.