Friday, April 24, 2009

Oh the Drama

Urgh.

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 glasses...it'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?

*Sigh*

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.

9 comments:

  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.
    xxx

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

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

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  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.

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

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  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!

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  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

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