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brightrosefoxJenn and Charlotte's combined birthday weekend was a quiet one.
Friday night, Adam and I left Charlotte's and went home.
On Saturday, there was a bottle of Chartreuse in the house.
By Sunday, there was no longer a bottle of Chartreuse in the house.
Dear Jo: Four shots of Chartreuse are your limit. Thank you. Love, your liver.
(However, I apparently make a very fun drunk. Considering this was the first time in my life I was legitimately, completely, totally trashed drunk on the floor laughing like everything was funny. Because it was. Then. Yeah.)
However, my husband did not fare so well. He lost track of his shots. Silly silly boy. Poor poor silly still drunk in the morning boy.
Me, I had my first hangover, congratulate me and call me stupid.
I had not meant to spend the entire evening and night sleeping away the dizziness. Billy was going to come get me, and take me, Charlotte and Jenn to the movies. Ooops. But I realized I'd make up for it on Sunday and Monday by spending time with the birthday girls.
Sunday afternoon, Billy came and got me while Adam was still curled up in bed groaning. I spent Sunday with my girls, a quiet, pleasant Sunday with my girls, hydrating carefully and eating things like mozzarella sticks and garlic bread and drinking V8, all of which tasted lovely to me at that point. They just shook their heads and laughed, but I laughed more. It really was funny, it was. Poor sweet pure innocent Jo, with a hangover. From Chartreuse. Oh, my.
Charlotte wanted me to stay the night, as Adam would still be recovering. So after a while, I declared sleepytime, and Charlotte made up the couch for me, and I slept while the three cats chased each other like maniacs all over the house.
Monday morning, I called Adam so he could come over and get the LCD projector he had lent Billy. We decided that Adam would drop Jenn off at the metro, and then I would accompany him on his business trip to Harrisonburg, VA, to set up a dinner conference with the LCD projector. (Yes, he is fine)
And HAPPY BIRTHDAY TODAY, JENN!
Friday night, Adam and I left Charlotte's and went home.
On Saturday, there was a bottle of Chartreuse in the house.
By Sunday, there was no longer a bottle of Chartreuse in the house.
Dear Jo: Four shots of Chartreuse are your limit. Thank you. Love, your liver.
(However, I apparently make a very fun drunk. Considering this was the first time in my life I was legitimately, completely, totally trashed drunk on the floor laughing like everything was funny. Because it was. Then. Yeah.)
However, my husband did not fare so well. He lost track of his shots. Silly silly boy. Poor poor silly still drunk in the morning boy.
Me, I had my first hangover, congratulate me and call me stupid.
I had not meant to spend the entire evening and night sleeping away the dizziness. Billy was going to come get me, and take me, Charlotte and Jenn to the movies. Ooops. But I realized I'd make up for it on Sunday and Monday by spending time with the birthday girls.
Sunday afternoon, Billy came and got me while Adam was still curled up in bed groaning. I spent Sunday with my girls, a quiet, pleasant Sunday with my girls, hydrating carefully and eating things like mozzarella sticks and garlic bread and drinking V8, all of which tasted lovely to me at that point. They just shook their heads and laughed, but I laughed more. It really was funny, it was. Poor sweet pure innocent Jo, with a hangover. From Chartreuse. Oh, my.
Charlotte wanted me to stay the night, as Adam would still be recovering. So after a while, I declared sleepytime, and Charlotte made up the couch for me, and I slept while the three cats chased each other like maniacs all over the house.
Monday morning, I called Adam so he could come over and get the LCD projector he had lent Billy. We decided that Adam would drop Jenn off at the metro, and then I would accompany him on his business trip to Harrisonburg, VA, to set up a dinner conference with the LCD projector. (Yes, he is fine)
And HAPPY BIRTHDAY TODAY, JENN!
