Well, as you can imagine, the beach was a blast and very relaxing all at the same time. We were in a house with about 25 other people, family and friends and believe it or not it wasn't mayhem.

Everyone played pretty nice together. We all did our share of cooking and cleaning and making the pitchers of mixed drinks and cutting the limes for the Corona's. We ate well, we slept well, we drank well, 'nuff said!

This weekend was another one filled with drunken debauchery. It never fails. I say I'm getting too old for this crap yet there I am every weekend waking up with a wicked hangover and doing nothing productive to cure it. At this point I couldn't even tell you what I did on Friday night and I'm not kidding. I can't remember and no drugs were even ingested to bring this brain lapse on. Saturday The Sweet One and I went to the grocery store to "pick up a few things". $175 later we left with a car full of goodies. We started off the night right with a fabulous grilled dinner. We made steaks, corn on the cob, grilled peppers and tomatoes and mozzarella and feasted before going out. Look at how purdy it was:

That evening a large group of us headed down to Georgetown right on the waterfront and to a local spot where one of our friends bartends (a full night of drinking for $11 is never a bad thing) and to celebrate one of TSO's roomie's birthday. Well, our friend wasn't working so we split. We headed to a club called FLY. It has an airplane theme. All of the bartenders were dressed as sexy stewards. It was quite amusing. I'm not too keen on clubs but I have to tell you, they were playing great music which I feel doesn't happen often in clubs, and one of my girlfriends and I shook our little asses pretty much all night long. I was hit on by lots of boys and given lots of compliments. This does wonders for an engaged old woman's ego, let me tell you! Last memory from the night was TSO making frozen pizza and me laying on the kitchen floor with roomie's dog at approximately 4:30am. 12:30 sunday afternoon came fast and furiously and I thought I was gonna die.

I think I just started to not be drunk anymore at about 3:30pm, just about when we started drinking beer and eating crabs. So, we basically just kept drinking to mask the hangover. I knew today it was all going to come to a head and here we are. Monday morning, at work and suffering from a two day old delayed hang over. Needless to say, I won't be heading to the gym today. And I wonder why I can't seem to lose any weight. Hmmm...

Anyway, I hope that everyone had a lovely weekend and Monday is treating you better than it's treating me!