Jeff and I just watched that Something-After-Tomorrow disaster flick on pay per view. CHEESE! Never mind all the bad science. It was entertaining though, and we had a few laughs at the expense of the Northern Hemisphere.
Our Turkey Day was a pretty good one. I missed my folks, but not as much as I will at Christmas. I've spent many Thanksgivings with extended family and school friends and boyfriends (current and past) so although I always miss my parents, I'm accustomed to not being with them on at least this particular holiday. Had a nice chat with mom on IM and then on the phone, though, so we did touch base.
Around noon, we headed up the road to Jeff's parents' house where we spent the next 8 hours nibbling all sorts of goodies and sipping eggnog and wine. I think it was platofish
who once mentioned Fat Bastard wine. Well, we had a bottle of Fat Bastard Chardonnay yesterday, as well as a bottle of Pighri (I think that's the name) Pinot Grigio, plus another couple of chardonnays. I was eating and drinking little bits constantly, so I never really felt much of either the food or the wine. Never felt stuffed, never felt tipsy.
None of that prevented us from suffering hangovers this morning.
The man had to be at work at 8 today. Why? I don't know. I don't think he saw a customer or received a call until 10. What a waste of time. I stayed in bed, but for the few minutes I was up to get water and a second Triptan and my last Phenergan tablet. Stupid migraine/hangover combo. I lay in bed and tried to ignore the whipping blades and shadows of the ceiling fan as I finished reading Watership Down, pausing only to do the anti-nausea breathing exercises. Somewhere between 9 and 10, I tottered out to the kitchen to make tea and toast, and then stationed myself on the couch to wait out the wooziness.
Tonight, Jeff and I are both feeling a bit off-balance. We've been fighting a little nagging something for several days, and I think the cigarette smoke and wine and activity from last night pushed us that much closer to whatever bug is pursuing us. We're trooping on though, sipping some cider. sinnie
's recipe certainly looks better than my simple concoction, but I'll copy her next time and do much better. For tonight, it's just plain ol' cider steeped with mulling spices. Smells SO good.
I can't believe how quickly the days are slipping by.