I don't drink. But I did last night. And this morning, I am remembering why I shouldn't. The pounding head, the upset stomach, the bloated hands and puffy face. Blech.
You'd think I went on some crazy binge at a seedy honky-tonk (good lord, I never thought I'd actually use that word), but in reality, hubs and I found ourselves alone for the evening and decided we'd have a nice, quiet dinner at the little Mexican restaurant around the corner. Two peach margaritas later, and I'd whipped out my phone and was trying to grab shots of the other customers that I found hilariously amusing (but were really just normal people eating). My husband pointed out that my flash kept going off, and that was a pretty tell-tale sign I was being obnoxious and perhaps violating some sort of privacy law (and I can't afford to break any more laws).
Speaking of breaking laws, I took Moody Teen to get his learner's permit yesterday, and was pleased to note that there were no Wanted posters with my picture on them hanging in the DMV. I did kind of inquire in a very vague and theoretical manner about what was required of someone who had let their license expire for over 6 months. If I heard correctly, not only am I going to have to take the written test, I think I may have to take the driving test, too!
Oh man, somebody please pass the tequila.