Woke up this morning with a splitting headache. How many beers did I have last night? Not too many right? I got up and went to the bathroom, took a large gulp of water from the bathroom sink, swished it around and spit it out into the sink. I look tired. I feel tired but not exactly hungover. But this headache. Nothing that two tylenols won't fix, right? Maybe I should just have a Bloody Mary and all will be right?
Last night we went out to dinner with Paul and Kody to celebrate Chris' 32nd birthday. We ordered some beers and small plates of misc bites. The food was good, underwhelming but good. We had waited a good while to try the tiny restaurant in downtown Delray that was known for its unique dishes and beer selection but the wait wasn't worth it. How many beers did I have? Two? Maybe three spread out over the entire meal? I can't recall.
After dinner we went to Martyn and Colleens for a beer (how many? I can't recall) and to spend some time alone with them. Martyn and Colleen are friends that we made shortly after buying our house. They lived across the street and have a son who is in between Jade & Brooklyn's age. We bonded with them over beers, rum, and both of our lack of religious affiliation. We liked them right away and were really bummed out when they moved out of that house in November. Martyn and Colleen are gracious hosts. The first time we went to their home it was apparent that they didn't just entertain guests with cheese and crackers or a few tall boys in a cooler. They go all out. It isn't rare for Martyn to spend the entire day smoking meats for his guests or for Colleen to make special trips to the fish market for really good fish to make conch salad. Last night Colleen worked very hard to keep our pint glasses full. Every time we reached the bottom of our glass and said "OK, lets head home" she was right there with another can of Jai Alai, filling it up. I do not know how many beers I drank last night but I do know it was enough to give me a headache this morning.
I took the Tylenol and drank some coffee. The kitchen was spotless since I spent most of Saturday morning cleaning it. I decided to make a greasy breakfast that would absorb the leftover alcohol in my system. Bacon, home fries, and eggs. The smell of oil filled the house and instantly made me feel better.
I am not sure how this happens. OK that is bullshit, I know exactly how this happens. I wouldn't saying I have a drinking problem but... I spend a lot of Sunday mornings thinking that I drank too much the night before.
By Sunday afternoon, I always feel better... Just in time for a beer. Headed to Saltwater Brewery in a few minutes.