Oh my yesterday wan not fun. I could still feel Sunday’s hangover from Saturday nights drinking. (That’s a first.) I blame the wine, baaaaaaad wine. I also blame my neighbour for being so desperate to have fun on the one day she can manage a babysitter that she brings over 6 bottles for two women and two glasses that I swear were bigger than my head. (It was a good night though....I think)
But this alcohol-drenched cloud has a silver lining. If ever there was a test of commitment to this new leaf turning of mine, a hangover is a mighty challenge. Yet still I managed to get to work early, with freshly ironed clothes and a healthy breakfast in my tummy. (I am unstoppable.)
I am fully ready to handle anything. Even the mission this week, which will (I’m sure) go smoothly and professionally because I am a smooth professional. (Oh my, that sounded wrong.)
The reason for my confidence (apart from my new leaf of being brilliant at anything and everything) is because the mission is actually very simple. I go sit at a bar in a hotel and order a specific drink. When I see a particular person I take a drink and then leave the bar. Seems pretty straight forward to me (not that I couldn’t cope if it were more complex.)
Oh and I almost forgot my sister’s engagement party is this coming weekend. Which I and NOT her actual maid of honour (she says pointedly) had to arrange.
Maybe she doesn’t have it as together as I do.
A party to which I have a date, (Eeeeeeeeeek!!! Am no longer tragic spinster, am well rounded grown up woman with a man) and he’s been so amazing to me over the past few weeks, with my injury and I think he’s totally made up for everything that’s happened between us. I know I should be shy about getting involved with him given how he’s acted in the past but he’s changed so much. He’s really been there for me.
I’m really looking forward to having a second-first date with Oliver.