Thanks to LAQP’s Jess and Britt’s birth, today, I am hung over. I would categorize this hang over as a stage four hang over. And yes, there are various stages. For example a stage one hang over is one that cause said hang overee to be completely functional. They can go out in public with no embarrassment, they can enjoy delicious meals, heck, they can even have a mimosa or bloody mary the next morning. A stage 10 hang over is, well, what you imagine. You wake up in a pool of bodily fluids, sometimes not your own, can’t remember what you did last night, breathing makes you dry heave, and your head is being used as a Giant’s hammer, at least it feels that way. But today, I’m a four, I am am totally ok with that. I’m a bit achy and groggy, have an appetite, which is quickly gone once I turn to my buddy and she says “I feel like I’m going to puke”, ahh, stage four.
So I take my stage four ass out of bed and venture to Santa Monica for some “beach volleyball”. While looking for parking we stumble across the Santa Monica farmers market. Perfect, because we need food and we need food fast.
Just what a stage four needed, unfortunately Alisha was more of a stage six…but you would never have guessed!
And our “beach volleyball” day turned out to be just an eat and be merry kind of day. And THAT is a what I call a stage 10 fun kind of day
xo,
mel
