Mexanese Mumbo Jumbo

Gone are the days of 2 beer lunches with the boys. My life has since taken a significant turn towards the tamer, and I now need to be in bed at a reasonable hour on a school night.

This past weekend I decided I needed a throwback to the good old days, and I devoted a large chunk of my Sunday to drinking. I fully blame Mother Nature. Thanks to the downpour that happened just as we sat down for lunch, we ended up spending the better part of 3 hours sharing 2 bottles of wine amongst 3 of us.

Once the rain let up, we headed out to explore Italian Day on the Drive. Tilly and I had enough liquid courage to ask complete strangers if we could take their pictures, and I accidentally called a cute 1 yr old a boy when she was actually a girl. Awkward!

Shortly after our paparazzi excursion, we popped into the local watering hole for a few more bevvies. This was probably my downfall, as I proceeded to mix red wine with Guinness and forgot to eat dinner.

Monday was obviously a little rough, however my sleeping pattern from the night before didn't help either:

Pass out at 10:30pm
Woken up due to a nauseous feeling around 1am
Prop myself up with pillows and sip water for another 30mins - 1 hour
Woken up by the cats around 4/5am
Woken up by the alarm at 7:30am

I texted Tilly the next day to keep her apprised of my current status, only to be replied with "I feel good, even got up for a 6am run this morning". I realized then, exactly how old I am.