After a morning of frustration related to sewing, after dinner, Matt & I met up with an old friend for drinks. I had a huge gin and tonic. I was fine the whole night while we were out drinking on the patio, but as soon as we got up to leave, it hit me… HARD. I had to down a cup of water just to make it to the car and as soon as we got home, I was in bed… oh… at 9:30.
Just because you’re back in a college town doesn’t mean you regain your tolerance. Noted.