Hang Ten

Hello, Possums! What a morning. I have a paper that I need to be working on today (as it is due tomorrow) so that means that I obviously had to make time for a blog entry.

I woke up with a headache this morning. It hurts real, real bad, y'all. I wanted to blame Shlomo. He had to get up early to catch a flight to Florida. When he gets up early, I get up early. He thinks I lay in bed all day and then move to the sofa to eat bonbons. He is mostly wrong. I never eat bonbons. Seriously, we all know I work way more now than I ever did as an accountant. (Remember all those blog posts? Yeah...hard at work then!)

Anywho, the head. Ouch. I thought I would be funny. I was sitting at the dining room table surfing the web and watching the Today show trying to wake up. My new little Prada sunglasses were sitting there. I put them on. I felt better. Then, it hit me. I made a jumbo-sized martini last night and drank it all before bed. Holy olives! I am totally hung over. I cannot remember the last time I was hung over. I don't get hung over.

Wait, I do remember the last time I was hung over. It was the day after my 30th birthday. That involved my share (I was with a friend) of two bottles of wine, a bottle of champagne, and a couple of martinis. It also involved a trip I barely remember to the Virgin Records store in San Francisco. Cds were procured. They are not necessarily cds that I am proud to own. I blame my drunken state. I just remember that my former friend fell in the street that night. I thought it was funny then. Now that we are really no longer friends, I think it is freakin' hysterical.

So, as you go about your day...think of me...sitting here deconstructing the Great Gatsby in my prescription Prada bifocals. Yeah...they're less cool when they are bifocals...aren't they? What can I say? I am so not cool. Oh, and please pardon my Dame Edna moment at the beginning. I love her. What can I say? I always love the LOLs (little old ladies).

And for the record, so I don't bring shame on my family. It was a big martini...probably the size of 2 or 3 if a normal person made them. I am not that much of a lightweight. Given my lack of attendance at the gym, it could be argued that I am in no way a lightweight.