Doot Do Do Do Do Doot Doot, Livin' in the USA

Here is a picture of my girl crush and my friend Erika drinking the delicious punch Erika made for the bachelorette party a couple of weeks ago.

So, apparently today is the day where I embrace my inalienable right to be hungover and walk around town with a belly full of shame. Since I'm not so good at holding my liquor, I have to be so careful about keeping track of how many pints I have. But last night, the guys at my table kept filling up my glass when I wasn't paying attention and now I'm a little worse for wear. I just hate it that you have to pay to play, you know?

It all started innocently enough. My friend J. called me and asked if I wanted to go for a beer. We used to work together at Great Midwestern about a hundred million years ago, and he had just broken up with his latest girly a couple of weeks earlier, so we had plenty to talk about. I really was only going to have a couple of beers. I'm trying not spend any money so I can save up for my trip.

Then my friend R. showed up with his younger brother and his friends. R. used to be a regular at Great Midwestern, so it was kind of a coffee shop reunion. Luckily, I didn't spend hardly any money, but like I said, I still drank WAY too much. I'm doing much better now, but at one point while I was running, "Tequila" by Herb Alpert and Tijuana Brass Band came on my iPod and just thinking about the title of that song made my stomach turn.