I Feel Like Puking

Well, at least that was the overwhelming feeling I had over the weekend.  I went out on Friday night, for homecoming (Goooooo Terps) and did the most.  I had high hopes for celebrating being an alumni from the great University of Maryland, but tuh I foiled those plans...QUICKLY.  At least I had fun, right?  Here's how it all went down:

*Friday

• Showered
• Poured a glass of wine
• Sipped aforementioned while applying makeup
• Got dressed
• Drove to happy hour/party
• Accepted glass of wine from friend
• Kee-cackled
• Accepted glass of wine from friend
• Took pictures
• Attended a meeting in the ladies room (fun talks)
• Participated in champagne toast for chum's bday
• Giggled
• Drank a shot of patron (I completely FORGOT about this until a recap with BF)
• Accepted glass of wine from friend
• Became concerned
• Posed
• Said goodbyes
• Drove home
• Slept

Saturday

• Woke up RIDICULOUSLY early (6am)
• Wandered aimlessly around house
• Tripped over dog a few times
• Prayed to porcelain God
• Complained
• Whined
• Moaned
• Chanted
• Gave an ef you to porcelain God
• Sulked
• Missed another homecoming party
• Slept, finally

Sunday

• Felt better

*no food was consumed since morning