I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I cannot drink the way I used to. It’s 5:40pm and I still don’t feel well from last night. I had fun though. My friends Margaret and Brady and their daughter Iris, Kirsten and Joe and their daughter Berkeley, Eva, Sean, Armando and I all went out to dinner at Lebanese Taverna. I had the Chicken Shwarma which proved to be quite a popular entree amongst the group; I think at least half of us had it. After dinner, the childless of the group, me, Armando and Sean, went to another bar – RiRa. My brother met us out and we hung out for a while. I think I probably had 4-5 beers (plus a glass of wine with dinner) at the bar. It was fun though. I don’t see these friends (or my brother) that often, so I don’t really feel guilty about it, my head just hurts today. I sense a New Years resolution coming on that’s related to this.
I’m trying to decide if I should go to Trader Joe’s or just eat a can of soup for dinner. I’m not feel very contemplative with my writing, so I’ll leave you with some pictures from the weekend.
Gingerbread Men. These were especially good dunked in hot tea.
My stepmother’s dogs.
Me in my stylin’ onion goggles. Awesome present. That’s a tank top, not a bra by the way.