hangovers and BBQs

I had a nice weekend. It would have been better had I not had so much to drink Saturday that I was utterly miserable on Sunday. But, hey... Saturday was fun. Sunday, actually, was fun, too.

Saturday went out with W (might as well start using the boy's initial: W makes me think Dubya, though, but I'll have to get over that) and hung out with some of my friends, then we all met up with some of his friends. Everyone seems to get along well, which is great. Anyway, after that we left the bar and went over to his friend's apartment. None of my friends went, and they were totally miserable on Sunday so that should tell you how wrecked I was with my added socializing. We were up until at least 6 or so. I'm totally too old for this.

Anyway.

Then we had a BBQ yesterday. Same friends, mostly. All of us who hung out Saturday were rather subdued from our hangovers, but we had fun. I didn't drink yesterday, which actually might have helped... but I just couldn't. Bleh. Not even the large hunks of meat helped. And, y'all, these are the leftovers:



I'm looking forward to my trips coming up, but quite aware of not being around four out of the next five weekends. I'm tired thinking about it. This coming weekend my sisters and I are throwing a shower for my future SIL. I'm looking forward to it — it will be nice to see my extended family and get to know some of my SIL's family before the wedding — I just wish there wasn't a drive involved.

Yes, I'm just that lazy.