When I Wake Up In the Morning Love, And the Sunlight Hurts My Eyes.....

I'm in Pain. So Hurting. So groggy. Room is spinning. Insides hurt. Head is pounding. Why do we do this to ourselves all the time? We say we are "never going to drink like that again", but yet we always do. (I have since stopped saying "never", but I still can't answer the "why?") Attack of the Grey Goose last night, and the Goose won big time. I got the chance to hang with @ReadBeanpie, @BennyBing, and @Oil_Money, doing some Pitchers and Pool.
Then we "tried" to head over to go see Peter Rosenberg DJ at The Drink. Unfortunately, in our drunken stuper, we hit the wrong bar, named WRONGBAR. FAIL FAIL FAIL. Not only was it techno night, but the people in that place were the reason why I stopped going to clubs in the first place. Pre-pubescent suburb kids acting fools and in need of Glow Sticks.
So now, I pay the price, hungover like a demon.
Capital M found me this morning passed out on the couch, I didn't even make it to my bed, my PJ's, nor my toothbrush. Fail Fail Fail Fail Fail.
Capital M decided to punish me further by dragging me out to Yorkdale for Brunch with her cousin from Winterpeg. To be fair, her cousin brought us some Empanadas, so IT'S ALL GOOD!! The punishment continued, however, as I got dragged to Thyme Maternity, La Vie En Rose, Sears, and Motherhood. JOY.
You might have won this battle, Grey Goose, but you haven't won the war!!

In lieu of some real content because of my hungover state, I leave you with my childhood crush, Cindy Crawford:











Is it just me, or is Cindy looking a lot like Janice Dickinson from America's Next Top Model??

This is a MUST SEE!!!

Borrowed from In My Fridge!

Song of the Day: Lovely Day - Bill Withers