Wednesday, March 2, 2011
With my last week in America lunch and dinner tour well underway, I had dinner at Bridge Road Bistro with one of my college besties last night where we consumed a bottle of Australian Cabernet because Jerry the waiter said it was delish. He was right, it was delish and we drank the whole bottle. I'm not typically a wine drinker. I know nothing about wine...if it is nutty, dry, fruity, whatever, I have no clue. To me, it either tastes good or it doesn't. Obviously the Australian Cabernet was yummy.
Well, by the end of dinner we still weren't done talking so the party continued at my buddy's house with a bottle of Pinot Noir. Yeah, it was pretty good too, but then again I had been drinking and more than likely anything would have tasted good at that point. The drinking, laughing and reminiscing continued until I knew I was drunk and I KNEW if I consumed anymore, the chances of me re-examining my recent food choices (i.e. puking my guts out) would considerably increase. So, I got my butt home to go to bed.
Once in my comfy bed, I struggled. I felt the vomit stirring. I didn't want it to come...I prayed it wouldn't come because I hate to throw up (who does?). Mostly, I didn't want to puke because I had eaten a super scrumptulicious crab cake for dinner and I knew if I saw it in reverse, I would never again want to eat a crab cake and the Bridge Road Bistro's crab cakes are too good to never eat again. So, after much internal self talk and reassurance, I managed to fall asleep without worshipping the porcelain God.
The thing is, when I woke up today, hungover, I was mad at myself because I had a huge list of things to get done! Trying to complete a checklist of running errands while hungover is NOT FUN! But, I put on my big girl pants and "took my oil" as they would say in Derry and proceeded with my errand running.
As I sit here now typing, I'm still hungover. But, I had a sweet time with my friend and I can't imagine wanting a glass of wine in a very long time.