Confession

You're right, Dan. Are you happy? I'm publicly admitting it.

Though I am loathe to admit it, it appears that I am experiencing a low grade hangover. Dan called it. I denied it. But now I freely confess it.

Apparently my frame cannot handle the drinks I had at my cousin's wedding, plus the flight which ensued not 6 hours later. I remember laughing at others who had too much to drink. I was definitely sure-footed by the end of the evening, a bit on the happy side, but still sure-footed.

Congratulations, Dan. You married a non-party girl. Can't take me anywhere. I hope you're happy, wherever you are.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm watching Oprah in a darkened room sipping tea. Shhhh.