Campfyre Stories

Well, my girls were supposed to come up, but bagged because of the weather.  Spawn made an interesting observation that both of our snowstorms this year have been on (pseudo) holidays, so that’s kind of notworthy, though I could certainly go through the full month of April without having to do this again.

So, I’m not a big drinker and I never have been.  Don’t get me wrong, I’ll go out with the boys (since amazingly few of my girls ever drink) and toss ’em back with the best of them.  I’ll let my hair down and cut loose, no problem, but I don’t do it very often by any stretch of the imagination.

But I am a woman of extremes.  I just don’t do things halfway.  I knew what the party was going to be and knew I would have a good time.  What I didn’t know was that afterward we would be going to a bar.  But, still looking for a good time, I wasn’t going to argue or even not go.

Being a woman of extremes, though, even though I intended to leave earlier than the rest of them, I somewhow found myself wandering back into the bar and staying with those leftover and not finished partying until whatever time they pretty much threw us out of the bar.  Probably it would have been around 4.  Maybe a little later.

I’m a lucky one, though.  Despite (or perhaps because of) rarely drinking, I don’t really get hangovers.  Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had a few and they were horrible, but for the most part I don’t let myself dehydrate and I almost always know ahead of time if I’m going to, so I can eat well enough to absorb most of the negatives.  I can also make sure I have the food in the house that I’m going to crave the next day.  I was useless, but not hungover, and I was capable enough to make dinner, which is more than I expected.

Sunday I mostly dozed all day, drinking lots of water and juice and generally not doing much else.