and that easter hangover...

Utica has acquired a disturbingly hip martini bar.

I, of course, discovered this after being taken out for a second birthday dinner; Italian cooking (practically right out of "The Sopranos Cookbook") complete with several glasses of red wine. And before Paisley dragged me off to another bar where he knew the bartender and that she would make our drinks "strong enough".

If you ever see me drinking anything alcoholic after I've had red wine, STOP ME. (Granted, the last time I did this to myself was around 1997, so the lesson should stay fresh for at least a few years.) Hell, if you see me drinking red wine, ask me why. I'd better have a good reason; i.e. "skreeky brought it", "seder", "sangria". (mix in sugar and fruit, and I seem to hold my wine better.)

I was wishing I could make myself purge. I woke up drunk, the hangover didn't hit until after 30+ ounces of water, CBS Sunday Morning, the pysanky were lacquered (I was really hoping the smell of the lacquer would get me yarking, but Nooooo...), the children arriving, 192 plastic eggs hidden in the front yard, which involved a lot of stooping over, a mimosa at my in-law's suggestion, a few more bags of chocolate eggs hidden indoors... when the children had rehid the eggs several times, wanting ME to look for them.

But, they're cute. I mean, for kids. If the Mega-Hoberman Sphere got them to be happy playing outside and away from a monitor sans hidden eggs, well, it was worth it.

However, can I drive home tonight? My boss was willing to give me tomorrow off anyway, but this feels like cheating.

and that easter hangover...

Utica has acquired a disturbingly hip martini bar.

I, of course, discovered this after being taken out for a second birthday dinner; Italian cooking (practically right out of "The Sopranos Cookbook") complete with several glasses of red wine. And before Paisley dragged me off to another bar where he knew the bartender and that she would make our drinks "strong enough".

If you ever see me drinking anything alcoholic after I've had red wine, STOP ME. (Granted, the last time I did this to myself was around 1997, so the lesson should stay fresh for at least a few years.) Hell, if you see me drinking red wine, ask me why. I'd better have a good reason; i.e. "skreeky brought it", "seder", "sangria". (mix in sugar and fruit, and I seem to hold my wine better.)

I was wishing I could make myself purge. I woke up drunk, the hangover didn't hit until after 30+ ounces of water, CBS Sunday Morning, the pysanky were lacquered (I was really hoping the smell of the lacquer would get me yarking, but Nooooo...), the children arriving, 192 plastic eggs hidden in the front yard, which involved a lot of stooping over, a mimosa at my in-law's suggestion, a few more bags of chocolate eggs hidden indoors... when the children had rehid the eggs several times, wanting ME to look for them.

But, they're cute. I mean, for kids. If the Mega-Hoberman Sphere got them to be happy playing outside and away from a monitor sans hidden eggs, well, it was worth it.

However, can I drive home tonight? My boss was willing to give me tomorrow off anyway, but this feels like cheating.