Is that I get mean...no headache, no nausea, just the worst irritability that one could ever experience. What makes it worse is that I truly believe I live in the rudest city ever. Really, people, have you ever heard of manners? Apparently not here. Anyway, my commute was hell. Yes, even with the hangover, I made it to work (and relatively close to on time), but that’s another rant for another time.
Okay, vent over (for now).
The gin hangover is a result of a nice little meeting with Tequila Fog last night. After a couple of martinis and a lot of laughing, we decided that it was time to start blogging again. So, we’re back!!
-Dirty Martini