well, another bite of my bagel should erradicate this hangover i am sporting. not so much headache, but the 7 (various) shots i did last night on top of the 2 coors lights and the 4 apple martinis have reaked havoc on my stomach...
the office christmas party.
i saw drunk people.
i was drunk people.
didn't do anything foolish. no afghani kissing. no kissing of co-workers. co crying. no hamburger throwing. just a little trying-to-be-funny-dancing. that's about it.
and i walked the 50 yards to the Radisson nearby, plunked down my credit card (fleet bank card... since you know my credit history) and slurred something that sounded like "i need a room"
then i flicked the t.v. on and fell asleep...
woke up with my tongue stuck to the pillow and made a cup of tea... which i promptly, eh, got rid of.
felt like i was on vacation. sadly, i was in a hotel overlooking the paramus park mall and it is 25 degrees out.
am home.... trying to get my bady back into fighting shape so i can clean my apartment like i had planned.
how much do you wanna bet i will most likely be a slug on my couch all day?

