pixiecrinkle | (no subject)

So I jinxed myself the other night by saying "I haven't been hung over in three months." And after leaving DTCFC because a (really really bad) poetry slam took over the place we were knitting, I joined some friends at Betty's then ended up at BW3 for a few more beers.

Ugh. So, so very ill. Possible TMI alert: I may be the only person on the planet who has only once thrown up whilst drinking, but *always* ends up doing so while hung over. Ick.

So I tried to come to work yesterday morning, and made it here and stayed for about an hour before leaving after throwing up twice more. A day of bedrest and some Amy's no-chicken noodle soup and ginger ale eventually did the trick.

I did still keep up my end of the bargain in going to the fair en masse last night. We ate our way through the fairgrounds. I took a spiffy photo of the butter cow with my phone, but am having trouble getting it out of the phone right now. I'll have to try that again later.

I apologize to any of you who I gave directions to regarding the location of the knitting at the fair. It seems the Venus Vibe monstrosity/semi truck is no longer at the fair, so it no longer makes a reliable landmark.

I did get my paperwork filled out so some sort of prize should come my way when I pick the things up next week.

Tonight,

automat76 and I are going to go back to the fair for the Prairie Home Companion Rhubarb Tour. If it weren't a bajillion degrees outside, and we didn't have to run right after work, I'd suggest we go as our altar egos Midge and Pidge, who are good Minnesota Lutherans, don'tcha know.

I don't think I'll eat at the fair tonight. Or if I do, it will not involve dairy products. Ugh.