William Throckmorton the Third – Big Willie, as he’s known by those who know –pointed out to me this morning that the majority of my bloggings have made reference to alcohol.
Which is funny, considering that today’s topic is my overwhelming and well-deserved hangover.
Ohhhhhhhhhh. Let’s go to the 331, says I. Let’s have another beer, says I. Come on! There’s time for one more, says I.
And now I seem to be missing bits of my skull; not because I’ve found them lying about the house but because, clearly, I am not the woman today that I was yesterday.
Today’s Pearl is 45% slower witted, 75% more mascara-caked, and 100% sure she won’t be having another beer for quite some time.
Numbers are estimated and not to be used for gambling purposes.
On the plus side, an evening of laughter, true stories and sub-zero cigarettes with Amy, Becky, Kathy, Pam, and Pat is something worth paying for, even if it may have been with brain cells…
I may want to re-think that.
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