All you people who “party hard”?
I know what that means now.
It is a secret code phrase for “I puked all night”.
I don’t drink. Well, I drink so seldom that it can be considered almost never. I had A peach cooler the day after I had my daughter, almost 20 years ago. I had a glass of champagne when Natalie got married, 9 years ago. So while I do drink on occasion, it has usually got to BE an occasion.
So yesterday, I thought maybe, instead of drugging myself out of headache, I thought maybe I would just have a glass of wine. I’m in the middle of California wine country…surely it comes with the territory. I checked all my pill bottles and made sure that I was outside of my dosage times. Then I had a dinky little bottle (from one of those four packs) of some kind of apple margarita kind of thing. Tasted like zippy apple juice. I didn’t even FINISH the bottle before I started the worship of the porcelain.
Party hearty, indeed.