Friday, April 24, 2009

Oh the Drama


What was I thinking? Two glasses of three week old wine (topped up with tonic to make it something resembling palatable) on an empty stomach...on a school night...the night before a big night out. Couple that with staying up late on the interweb. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I knew I felt pretty drunk when I finally staggered up to bed. I knew I should drink a glass of water and possibly down some tablets. But did I? No, of course not. That would have been far too sensible. Is this really the way that I live my life on the edge right now??

Because, of course, that is going to be the night that I am up with Johnny Drama - the boy who NEVER WAKES IN THE NIGHT. Being awake with a three year old between 2 and 4 in the morning, with a hangover, is not a fun way to spend a couple of hours. I eventually pulled him into bed with me and he rolled elaborately around the bed as though he was filming a Britney Spears video. I have to say that I was still so inebriated (after just 2's so sad. Where is the stamina of my youth? Oh yes...back in my youth) that I did manage to feign a coma whilst Johnny Fidget knickers kick boxed his way around the circumference of the mattress. But I can't kid myself that I have had a good sleep or feel in any way rested and enthused with the new day.

As a result I look and feel shocking and the last thing I want to do today is go kick up my heels tonight and paaarrttaay.

PLUS the Chicago winter has morphed suddenly and unexpectedly into Summer today. We have a 24 hour heat wave, which has thrown all of my outfit plans out of the window. I don't have the quintessential sexy dress or anything remotely fashionable to throw on over leggings. I do have several pairs of gorgeous f*ck-me sandals - but what is the point of those when they are going to be hidden under my bog standard jeans (designer admittedly, but still...boring) or a pair of smart black trousers that make me look like I am dressing for a job interview?


Oh if only all of my problems were this superficial...

Moan, moan, moan, moan, whinge, whinge, whinge - what a grumpy old ratbag I have become.

Okay - time to get my act together, go and buy miraculous eye concealer, drink my weight in H2O, make friends with a bottle of Ibuprofen, close my eyes and pick any bloody outfit at random from my wardrobe...and have fun with my friends.


  1. You should have come dancing with us.
    Started off disappointing, ended up brilliant.
    Not an alcoholic beverage in sight.
    Speak soon and kiss JD & CU for me.

  2. oh I wish. I was thinking of you both kicking your heels (not literally of course). lots of love xx

  3. You'll feel better once you've got going. You will, really.

  4. Does anyone ever drink a glass of water and take ibuprofen after drinking alcohol? That's the sort of thing you do in retrospect. Listen, don't beat yourself up about it - you're still alive and I bet when you go out you have a fab time. It's always the way when you're not sure about it, it ends up being great.

  5. Four words for you. Hair Of The Dog. You'll be fine ;)

  6. Sod's law. The moment you relax, drink in hand, they decide they're not having it, your relaxation must be disturbed! It's as if they have some inbuilt transmitter!

  7. Oh dear, between tagging and hair of the dog advice I can only give you sympathy. And assurances that been there, done that, will again and will get a good blog post out of it. Good luck! MH