This morning I feel foul.
Or like my husband put it “I feel like I was poisoned.”
Contrary to what you might think we were not out last night drinking with wild abandon at the 9:30 club. As a matter of fact we had as much soda as we did beer.
It was the late hour coupled with a long week, topped off with a 2:30 a.m. kitchen raid that had us both eating pizza that should never have even been up for consideration.
So I had a thousand things to tell you about, like the fact that someone let me near a celebrity without a police escort and a muzzle and this was the result.
I wept openly about the death of Bob Guccione and his contribution to society and tried desperately to finish a post about three DC clubs.
All of this will have to wait for next week though as I am wolfing down soda and M & M ‘s in a desperate attempt to mak it to the weekend!