It’s Monday morning and I am still within the realm of a miserable hangover. Ugh.
Why do I think that I can still party like I did in the old days?
Why do I willingly subject myself to such torture?
My head hurts, my legs hurt – why did I feel it necessary to show off my (lack of) skills on the stripper pole at that bar? Seriously who even installs a stipper pole in a “regular” bar? (and yes, I was a regular bar, not a strip club… but by the way some of the hoochies dress these days you wouldn’t know the difference – when did it become the norm to undress yourself at the bar?)
Bachelorette parties are the epitome of evil. But oh! so! fun!
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Ahhhh…but you will always have the memories:)
……you do rememeber most of it don’t you?
Well, at least you have a hangover from actually going somewhere. Mine on Saturday was from sitting at home farting around on the computer on a Friday night with some wine.
Exercise really helps with that, seriously. Get out and go for a walk if you can.
Sounds like your bachelorette party was a heck of a lot more fun than the bridal shower I was dragged to!
(By the way, dare I ask where we are in the design process?)
I soooo need a stripper pole installed somewhere in my house. Probably in the kitchen…that wouldn’t mess up my kids, would it?
I can’t SLEEP when I drink. I am that old.
That is just wrong.
Glad you had fun haha
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