I had a rough night. A really, really rough night. We went out to celebrate my girl, Pooja’s, birthday with a dinner at Cafe Mode followed by drinks and dancing at the Langley. A little too much fun; too many drinks and not enough food which left me completely unrecognizable today. I slept until 3P, if you can imagine such a thing.
To try and help get rid of my headache and the overall disgustingness of a hangover, I called my parents for a much-needed family Skype sesh (one of my favorite Sunday activities). After teetering on the edge of death (or what felt like it, at least) I needed some parental love to help me feel a bit better. This is the roughly the beginning of our Skype conversation:
Shannon: Hey, dad…
Dad: Hey, Shan. Whoa, you look…. tired. And pale.
Shannon: Yeah, I feel like sh*t. I spent the whole night throwing up and I don’t have the energy to get up but I want to make some soup.
Dad: Oh, no… are you sick?
Shannon: Eh, no. Kind of. Dad, I drank waaaaaay too much. At nearly 24, how do I not know when enough’s enough? Uggh!
Dad: Well, you never really drink so your body can’t take much.
[Mom enters the scene.]
Mom: Hey Shan… whoa! Did you get the license plate?
Shannon: Huh? The license plate?
Mom: Yeah, of the truck that ran you over!
Hahahahaahah. Thanks, momma bear!
I love my parents. It’s stuff like this that makes me want to go back to California <3.
