Sunday, January 16, 2011

this wagon sucks.

In case you can't hear us lamenting for drinks in your neck of the neighborhood, Mr. KK and I are on the wagon for the month of January.

Truthfully, it hasn't been that bad. I'm surprised I haven't floated away with all of the seltzer I've been drinking. We've been sleeping well, flushing out the old system, and saving money.

Saturday morning, after a night out with my uncle from California, I woke up feeling hungover. Which is suspect, considering I had zero alcohol, and basically drank my weight in club soda.


Now, I wouldn't have minded waking up like that if I had actually HAD a drink. Because normally, these nights out for dinner with him consist of he and I going martini for martini, sharing the same old stories and having a good ol' time.

Instead, I sipped on my gigantic water, jealously eying my uncle as he sucked the plump, green olives dry of vodka. Downing one, then two, then an unnecessary third dry martini. Asking us the same questions four and five times. Squinting at me over the rim of his glass. Slurring just a bit.

Three martinis and Saturday morning he popped right up, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. Ready to start the day.

17 glasses of water and I'M the one who wakes up feeling hungover???

1 comment:

FunnyGal KAT said...

It's the worst waking up hungover when you didn't get to even enjoy getting that way! I've been forced onto the wagon for more than a year (except for a glass of wine after the baby went to bed on a few occasions), so I feel your pain. Hang in there!