This weekend proved that I am no longer the champ I once was; I can not drink and rebound as I did in my 20's... I thought I knew this but I guess I needed another reminder.
Friday night my friend BK and I drove to Michigan for a girls night at a lovely lake house with our old roomie and some of her friends. It was a fabulous night with a lot of laughs, food, drinks, and games. We ended up staying late talking (as girls tend to do) and although I tried to sleep in the next morning I didn't really. Saturday was rainy and cool but after some breakfast, more games, and getting 9 people ready we headed out to taste the offerings of a couple local wineries. BK and I had to get back to our respective homes so we left while most of the other girls stayed another night.
It took longer to get back to the city thanks to some crazy Kenny Chesney pirate tour traffic as well as other festivals/general weekend traffic. The plan for the rest of the night was for hubs and I was to go get some dinner in little Italy and call it an early night. That was the plan that we did not follow. BK's little sister happened to be turning 21 at midnight and was having a "little" house party before heading out to the bars for the first time legally. Earlier in the week we had planned on going to celebrate but then decided not to. At dinner we decided we couldn't miss her bash because we love the girl so much and a lot of my friends were going so we would go say hi, have a drink, then leave since we would be the old peeps of the group. That was the 2nd plan we did not follow.
All I can say is I walked stumbled in the door around 4 a.m. The only thing I've proved to myself that just because I can stay up until 4/4:30 drinking beer doesn't mean I should.
Happy Birthday Cait! I had fun pretending to be 21 again :)