and on the seventh day god created hangovers

I think we all know why god designated the seventh day as a day of rest.

Boyfriend was popping some advil and sipping on gatorade.

(Dear Evangelical readers, that was a joke. Please don’t sue me! I have no money!)

Saturday was Henri’s birthday and we all gathered at Hacienda for libations and dancing to top 40 songs. You know you’re old when you prefer bars that play pop music instead of indie rock songs.

Anyhoo, despite being very vigilant about drinking in moderation , I still managed to suffer a massive hangover on Sunday. But I did not black out or do anything too embarrassing. In fact, I was the one looking out for other people and making sure they were okay. Wow, talk about reversing the roles.

I think the key to keeping your shit together is to limit yourself to one drink per hour and drinking water throughout the night. Of course, by the end of the night I was drinking whiskey gingers every ten minutes. But I think all the dancing mitigated the corrosive effects of liquor.

On Sunday, I downed two Zicos. Have you guys had Zico? It is so delicious. It’s fresh coconut water and great for hangovers because it has all these electrolytes. Not that I even know what electrolytes are but people seem to think they are good for you.

I guess the Zicos weren’t enough because now I’m sick. I was on the couch all day today intermittently sleeping and watching the food network. This also explains why my last blog posts have sucked ass. So thanks for being patient, you guys. Ummm, now that I have your sympathy, you think you can come across the computer screen and bring me some theraflu? Thanks.

Pics from Saturday:

Little in the middle but you got much back

Hey look it’s DJ Div!