Ouch.
There’s a reason that people shouldn’t drink to excess, and I always forget what it is. Until the morning after. My head hurts. Hell, even my hair hurts. I have not had a hangover in so long that I had almost forgotten what it felt like. Somehow, this is all Mom’s fault. Somewhere between speaking German, a late-night phone call to Vicki Corbett, and making grand plans for the next two weeks, we managed to imbibe two bottles of wine and many, many Coor’s Lights. Kev took it all in stride, though. That’s right: He hid in the office all night. Pictures are forthcoming, but I can’t guarantee their clarity or content. I’m gonna go take some Tylenol now.
