Here’s how the previous 24 hours of my life have gone:
Small party at my place. Sometimes, being married to an old man and all (Kidding. Kind of.), I forget to party like a 22 year old. Here’s some pictures of me remembering how:
Unfortunately, in remembering how to party I ended up forgetting any common sense I’ve acquired over the past few years. Also, why am I wearing horns in almost every picture? I know not. I do not remember much from last night. I do,however, have a video montage to remind me of some of it. Here is what happens when you drunkenly force drunken friends to promote your new blog domain:
Ahem. Last night, from the bit I recall, was a blast. This morning was not. I remember now why I don’t party like a 22 year old on a regular basis.
Lay in bed. Moan. Throw up. Repeat all regularly. Force husband to make tomato soup. Throw that up too.
Force myself out of bed to get ready to meet my blogging friend Jenny. This was both of our first times to meet a fellow blogger, and I think I’ll be brave enough to say our experience was mutually delightful. Over happy hour sushi, we spent over two hours eating, laughing and sharing our life stories. It was pretty neat meeting up with someone whom I had before only known through pictures and words, and even more neat clicking with said person so well. Miss Jenny and I even share some similar family experiences AND awful driving skills. She also made me totally forget how horribly sick I had been feeling beforehand. Score for blogger buddies turned into real life friends.
Read. Blog. Order Pizza. Get ready for cuddle time with the hubby.