I would love to tell you all that I handled myself like a champ last night, and that I have spent today (my actual birthday) being uber productive and a barrel full of laughs.
That would be a lie.
I have been in bed all day feeling like death. I have literally just faded in and out of varying stages of sleeping and eating.
It hasn’t been pretty!
But I did have an amazing night. My friends spoiled me to bits and pieces (Loo and Mrs. King – I love you girls and cannot thank you enough for giving me such a special night. And I seriously can’t wait for my pamper days!)
I drank my favorite wines, ate my favorite food, and totally latched on to a boy for a night of completely harmless and oh so needed flirting.
The plan for the drinking portion of the evening was that I was going to allow myself 2 glasses of wine and a glass of port. Given that I haven’t had anything to drink at all in over 4 months, this seemed like a good compromise. I figured I would still be good and tipsy after that, but nothing I wouldn’t be able to handle today.
I’m pretty sure it all went downhill after the flights.
We were at my favorite restaurant for a few hours, and then moved on to a little bar downtown. We got three more glasses of wine and were all just about ready to fall asleep. We are getting too old for that nonsense! I was so intent on us remaining mellow, but it turns out that mellow = bedtime for us! We walked into one more bar with the intentions of heading home 30 minutes later for bed, but 2 things happened there:
1.) Live music was playing and our booties were instantly shaking.
2.) There was the most adorable guy leaning up against the bar that I kept locking eyes with.
Ladies, meet John.
John was goofy, and intelligent (a mechanical engineer), and a perfect gentleman. He also stayed by my side for over two hours after coming over to talk to us.
He was perfect.
He is also only in town for 3 days on business.
Which in many ways I think makes him even more perfect. No numbers were exchanged, and nothing clandestine happened (although, it could have if I had been up for it – the simple knowledge that it could have though is all the confidence booster I really needed!) We just had fun, hung out, and drank too much.
I couldn’t figure out why my hand was out like that in the first picture, but I just realized I had salted the crease. I’m willing to guess the tequila shots are what did me in.
It was a good night. Full of harmless flirtations and good times with my girls.
And as drunk as I was, I still managed to keep myself together pretty well.
Until the cab ride home when I drunk texted the ex at 3 in the morning.
More on that to come – I have heard from him, but I’m still waiting to see how it pans out…
I did wake up to my room looking like this today:
Welcome to 27 ladies and gentlemen.
The year I make a baby.