No morning after regret.

My body is my temple. But, sometimes that temple makes a road trip to Partytown.

Okay, that was the lamest thing I think I've ever written; but it's true. Work is slow today and my head is pounding and isn't allowing me to think very quickly. I thought it was a great idea to go out last night.

A friend from my days at middle school was celebrating her 21st and I had to be there. It's hard to keep a sober footing while surrounded by people, like the birthday girl, who would continually utter, "I'm not drunk enough yet!"

I needed to celebrate. I've been living like an old woman these past few weeks and I'm sick of it. I'm young and outgoing with a mission to be the best that I can be. I love people and I love to experience new things.

My fears of repeating past mistakes got in the way. When I find myself in new settings and surrounded by new, exciting people I tend to get a little silly.

I didn't want anyone to worry.

But, last night reaffirmed my ability to enjoy myself, with a drink in hand, while acting like a lady.

Unfortunately my stamina is not what it used to be. After a handful of drinks my body always announces in the morning that it officially hates me.