The Pink Shoe Diaries

i have news for you: drinking a bottle of wine, several vodka shots and smirnoff twisted green apples on an empty stomach leads to bad feelings the next day.

i feel ok now, but i had this kind of hungover morning:
4AM: wake up, head is filled with cotton and nails, mouth is desert.
6AM:wish was dead. inexplicaby keep running redsox line-ups in my head
8AM: bitch incessantly for water and advil until it is handed to me. keep fists in eyes to stop pounding
9AM: turn on E True Hollywood Story. Become distracted from agony by the woeful tale of the Beverly Hilbillies.
10AM: ready for bagel sandwich.


yesterday was a busy day, after taking Lola for her first ever oil change, Adam and I headed up to NH for lisa and danny's bbq. the food was plentiful but as usual i was too busy with the drink. We played wiffleball for a while but sadly the game was called in the 5th inning due to "complete offensive failure on both sides" so instead we sat around and talked about The Wedding which is in less than a month. After the party had lost its appeal (and several of its guests due to Mad Drinking), we headed to kate and zach's house to coo over their vicious/friendly puppy Ella, and listen to zach's playlist which supposedly included every artist who ever made music but was sadly lacking in Van Halen. and i will say this: singing the Mario Theme Song never gets old. And it probably never will.