Birthdays and Hangovers

Forgive me if this post is a little disjointed and a bit all over the place but I am sitting doing this with a small hammer in residence inside my head. No, I am not ill, it is sadly self-inflicted.

January 21st is my brother’s birthday and last night was the celebration. G and I don’t go out drinking as much as we used to and Bro’s birthday is one of very few big nights on the yearly calender. Attempting to keep up with people who seem to spend most weekends, and a fair few weeknights, mainlining alcohol was probably not the best idea I have had in a while. Every year on the way there I have such good intentions, every other drink will be a soft drink, we will come home at an early hour, we will not buy burger and chips to eat on the night bus. Every year I break every single one of those good intentions. Every other drink gets bigger, we stay till the bitter end and on the way home we buy huge burgers and huge chips. Will I ever learn!?!

Still it was lovely evening, good to catch with people and see what has happened to them in the last year, always a few new faces to learn about, new couples, breakups, new jobs. Caught up on a bit of family gossip with one of our cousins who always comes to the birthday knees up.

So all in all a good time. Until 9:30 am this evening when G bought me my tea in bed some plink, plink, fizz and reminded me that today is the day that his family descend on us for his graduation tomorrow. Arrrggghhh, so I am up, I am showered, I am simmering soup and I have candles burning to hopefully mask the scent of alcohol That is pouring from my pores. Wish me luck!