What did I learn about myself today? That if I drink whiskey (any variety) in any quantity larger than about a shot, I black out. Which would explain the surprise I experienced this morning when I discovered my purse was stuffed with mail (specifically wedding invitations and save-the-dates). I came to this non-scientific conclusion by comparing this morning’s experience with every other whiskey experience I’ve ever had. And let me tell you, IT ALL MAKES SENSE NOW. On the bright side, if I need to pull a weekend that I don’t want to remember a la The Hangover, at least I know that I can choose whiskey and not roofies to achieve the same effect.
Awesome.
How does one bounce back from a night such as mine? With a pot of coffee and some TUMS. Because another little discovery that I made at about 8:30 this morning is that last night I had Taco Bell at approximately 10:30 pm. If that isn’t an FML, I don’t know what is.
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