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April 25, 2010 - Jennifer Brookens
It's Sunday morning, and I still sit here bleary-eyed and stomach-weary from the overindulgence of Friday night. And I have no choice but to ride through my body's punishment for my foolishness.
I'm normally not much of a drinker, but when a good friend from college and his significiant other came over for the weekend... Well, once the kids were in bed, it was easy to slip back into our "college days" mindset: card games, retelling of college stories, name that '80s tune... and alcohol. One drink turned to two, one bottle of wine led to two, quickly forgetting all the advice I usually dispense and follow when I have alcohol in other social settings (water between drinks, aspirin before bed). Six hours later, I'm waking up to a screaming toddler, a banging headache and woozy everything else.
Saturday was supposed to be our fun day, and I couldn't enjoy it because I had stupidly drank myself to sickness. But I wasn't alone, for all the other adults were moving more slow too... Our big cookout was postponed for frozen pizza and our outdoor game tournaments were pushed off for movie-watching instead. No one seemed to mind.
So we faced a hard-truth: we just can't get crazy like we did in college, drinking all night, and still expect to give everything we got the next day. Especially since I don't drink except in social situations (and with two little kids, those social situations are few and far between.) Come to think of it, I've learned this lesson before but how conveniently I forgot. At least I was with close friends who are kind enough not to hold it over my head, and are sitting right next to me sharing my aspirin bottle and bottled water - the beverage of choice for the rest of the weekend.
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