Four beers too many
A few hs friends and I got together Friday night. Well, it was a bit more complicated than that. I drove a few hrs, picked up Tay in Portland and off we headed for a few more hours on the road, arriving in Washington in time to head out for the evening with Wulffy. A change of clothes and some fresh deod and this girl was good to go. As it always is, the high school girls never cease to put me at ease. There's simply something comforting about knowing a person since they were five.
We headed down the street to a local brewery where the young people flocked. A few good beers, good friends and a fun atmosphere make for a pretty fabulous time. Then it was off to the salsa bar next door for a few more beers and dancing. Humor is when one of the only attractive males in the bar asks me to dance and I learn he's from the military base and served in Iraq for four months. Of course he is. It's just ironic how sometimes the people you try to avoid will seek you out. Just another example of how we can't always control our lives, no matter how hard we try.
We sauntered home a while later and I was surprised to find my phone telling me it was after 1 A.M. This girl does not get out very often so the 2 A.M. bedtime was a bit unusual.
Needless to say, because I drink maybe a glass of wine or two a week, when I awoke at 6:30 A.M., I was greeted by a splitting headache that couldn't be solved by chugging a few glasses of H20. 8:30 A.M. still no different. UGH...so off to Starbucks we headed for a morning pick me up and breakfast.
Then it was off to a local park for a fabulous little hike and fresh air. By the time Tay and I were headed back to OR my headache was a dull throb. By Sunday I was fresh as a peach and ready for my LONG run.
We headed down the street to a local brewery where the young people flocked. A few good beers, good friends and a fun atmosphere make for a pretty fabulous time. Then it was off to the salsa bar next door for a few more beers and dancing. Humor is when one of the only attractive males in the bar asks me to dance and I learn he's from the military base and served in Iraq for four months. Of course he is. It's just ironic how sometimes the people you try to avoid will seek you out. Just another example of how we can't always control our lives, no matter how hard we try.We sauntered home a while later and I was surprised to find my phone telling me it was after 1 A.M. This girl does not get out very often so the 2 A.M. bedtime was a bit unusual.
Needless to say, because I drink maybe a glass of wine or two a week, when I awoke at 6:30 A.M., I was greeted by a splitting headache that couldn't be solved by chugging a few glasses of H20. 8:30 A.M. still no different. UGH...so off to Starbucks we headed for a morning pick me up and breakfast.
Then it was off to a local park for a fabulous little hike and fresh air. By the time Tay and I were headed back to OR my headache was a dull throb. By Sunday I was fresh as a peach and ready for my LONG run.
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