There are very few times in my life that I've felt, well, old. The first was when another teacher asked me why I suddenly seemed to be going grey. (Um...maybe because there's not a salon within 100 miles of this trailer park that I'd allow to touch a hair on my head? RUDE.)
The second (and most recent) was when I learned
the hard way that I can no longer handle open bars like I used to.
Or at all.
Let me back up. This past weekend, my beautiful sorority sister and former roommate Mal married in the love of her life in a gorgeous winter wedding.
And I? Barfed allllll over a hotel room thanks to my lack of self-control at the open bar.
|The gorgeous church|
Wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong.
|Katie and I at the reception|