Friends & Family

The one in which I wake up with an unexplained hangover

Leaving Billy’s and returning to the vehicle

I’ll be the first to admit when I deserve something. Say if I drank way too much, got tipsy and annoying, and then woke up the next morning with a hangover. I would think I deserved it. Sure.

But the fact is, on our outing last night I had three glasses of wine over a four hour period. Accompanied by at least three glasses of water and a big Indian meal. I only for a split second ever felt slightly tipsy during the entire evening. When I returned home and chatted up the hubby, I couldn’t even tell I had had a drink at all.

Yet come 8:30 this morning, I had a pounding headache and a very queasy stomach. What gives, eh? I let the dogs out, took a shower, then had to go lie down again until the nausea passed. Ugh, ugh, ugh. I really didn’t deserve that at all.