class act

On Saturday, Chris and I met our good friends for dinner over near their house. I think I have mentioned Chagrin Falls on my blog several times, so you know how much I love it over there. We took Ellie there, where they had a sitter watch her and their 2 girls. One of which is the "other Ellie" and Ellie's best girlfriend.

What a great night! We started out with a little wine on their patio then headed to the restaurant,

which happened to be right on the falls. So pretty.

Then things took a turn for the worse and I had 2 of these.


Now I had not planned on getting bat shit drunk. Nope. Not even on my radar. I mean, these were classy people we were hanging out with. And we were having dinner and then picking up Ellie and going home for heavens's sake.

But I did.

Oh man.

I did.

I hope I didn't embarrass myself. I don't think I did, tried to appear normal, but you know how you are when you have imbibed a little too much.

Yeah. Real Class Act.

It was so bad in fact, that when we got home, I headed right to bed, and Chris handled Ellie's bedtime routine.

I got up 30 minutes later and threw up.

Good news is, I was instantly sober and felt much better and went right to sleep.

Woke up the next morning perfectly fine.

I don't know what happened!?!

Maybe mixing a little wine and a little champagne is not good for me?

Maybe the 6.5 miles I had run that morning dehydrated me enough to make me more susceptable (even though I felt hydrated and had drunk tons of water all day?)

Maybe I just had too much?

I don't know. But it wasn't pretty. Wasn't pretty at all.

By the way, Chris was totally sober so no 4 year olds or innocent vehicles were harmed or in harm at any time :)