I woke up this morning and I thought the kiss of death was upon me. I had forgotten to bring my blinds down to cover the windows and protect me from the penetrating rays of sunlight.
There was a serious moment when I thought I was going to cry. I had a marathon of drinking on Saturday. Definitely not one of my proudest days, but I love being with friends and having a great time. There is something to be said for acting your age and loving the stage of life that you're in. It all started at brunch at 11 am. We ate (kind of) and we drank (mostly). We then proceeded to parade around Canton to find the nearest liquor store. Definitely the best decision for the moment. A few friends of the people I was at brunch with were having a crab feast, so naturally we come with what we contribute best to society (in my case, it was Half and Half Twisted Teas). The procession continued and we spontaneously decided that going to see the Orioles was the right idea for the time. This was not before we all took a 20 minute power nap. Whether or not that was a conscious decision is something that is not to my knowledge. The night continued, and I found myself at a bar that got too loud and too crowded for the amount of alcohol that I was consuming (which at the time was a sip of Natty Boh every few minutes-- nursing, if you will). So I retired. I knew in the morning I would awake with a quickened heart beat, the urge to puke, and a headache that felt as though a small child was jumping up and down on my head. And I was correct. The welcome addition was that at 6 AM sunlight came streaming into my window. So my morning from hell began. I deserved it all. Every second of pain. So I got up, managed to gag down a few sips of water, and then made myself a kale smoothie. I would like to think I am the best at being able to combat a hangover, but if we are honest I am waaaaayyy in the amateur leagues. So the morning continued. I watched Sinefeld and laughed on my couch and wished I had made better decisions. I did my laundry and other functional necessities that must occur when living independently. I made my way over to Fells Point and ate at a coffee shop called Pitango that I had been wanting to try for a while. It was everything my hangover needed. I ate in slow bites and savored every flavor. The fresh mozzarella, the basil, the perfectly ripe avocado. I was also doing my best not to throw up in public. Priorities, really. I then began a walk around the harbor, only to have it cut short by the realization that I was profusely sweating and severely dehydrated. But, I got out for the day, so I considered that a win. After a nice nap wrapped in some cozy blankets, I decided to go grocery shopping. I am still debating about whether or not I should go get Chipotle for dinner-- it really is up in the air. My current go-to dinner is tuna strait from the can covered in buffalo hot sauce. I am really not a cook at all. It just always seems like so much work and it is so overwhelming. I also started to read a new book called 'The Opposite of Loneliness'. I have to say, so far I love it. It is candid and fresh and relatable. It has also reminded me that I need to write more. When we write down feelings and emotions, part of you becomes alive. Sometimes, and for the past month, it has been pushed to the wayside for me. Tomorrow I am going to get a new notebook. One of those that can be fit in my purse and carried everywhere. I had one, but it became primarily for to-do lists, which is fine, but also not its primary purpose. I am excited for the prospect of writing more. I also hope to bring more candid play-by-plays of my life to this blog. I love the idea of really writing and reporting my life and what goes on in my head. The beautiful thing is that I don't have to pretend to have a style that is not my own, be an age that I'm not, or hold things back. I love being inspired on a Sunday. In my opinion, it is the best day of the week.
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