last night, my darling friend christa convinced me to go out to a little something called "ladies 80s night", which consists mainly of 25 cent drinks for 2 hours & lots of dancing. It. Was. Bad. well, actually, it was very very good at the time. we met up with my cousins and a couple other girls - it was really splendid. who doesn't enjoy dancing like a nut with her fiance's co-worker who didn't even know it was her? (hehe, i'm still giggling about it) or getting a little snarky with some dude who, upon hearing of her betrothment (or broppin status), says "i still think you should dump him" (seriously, does that work? really?) or talking about someone's asshole ex-boyfriend only to have him walk up two seconds later! (it was like a movie) michael graciously picked up christa & i and brought us home, but by morning's light it was all a different story. i felt terrible, took some asprin, threw it up, and then stuffed my face full of carbs until i felt good enough to put on pants.
but it's a blessing in disguise because feeling totally useless is a great reason to BE totally useless. i decided to not go into work and enjoy one more glorious day of summer. so i cruised the nets, popped out to the goodwill (toy cash register & a christmas story boardgame SCORE) and got a cheeseburger/orange fanta lunch. and now i munch away happily (the tomato inside my burger is soooo goooood), watching a spongebob marathon which has morphed into law & order back-to-back, which will THEN be followed by bones back-to-back.
i have one other errand to run today, which i'll let everyone in on soon, but for now i'm going to just enjoy being hungover