Last night was the Bank's Holiday Party. Roper has gone to GaFilk, but I had work commitments so I stayed home. My co-workers talked me into coming to the party and Janis offered to pick me up.
So I went. I didn't have to drive so I drank. While I have the occasional drink, I haven't been drunk since, I think, 1999. I drank the better part of a bottle of white wine. (No, I don't know what kind.) I giggled a lot. I wobbled a little. I made a point of proving to Janis that I was, indeed, short enough to stand under the potted palm. I flirted with the cute young waiter. (Once I was sure he knew we were only goofing around.) I conspired with my manager's wife to give him aggravation. I had a good time.
This morning, I think I am hung over. My head doesn't hurt. My stomach is fine. But. my joints ache like I had benn doing a days worth of hard labor and my lower digestion is being very demanding. Breakfast was three tall glasses of water and some aspirin.
Now I get to go and put away the rest of the Christmas decorations.