*ugh…

There is nothing quite like the feeling of an “innocent” cocktail kicking your ass. Last night at Halo I had an Elderflower Fizz, a nice little cocktail or so I thought. About a shot or two each of gin and elderflower liqueur, shaken and strained into a champagne flute, topped with champagne with a berry floated in it. It was called both “disgusting” and “an old person’s drink” by one of the people I was meeting for Happy Hour.

A few of these after some gin & tonics and I was flying high. I hadn’t meant to have so many, but we made friends at the bar and one of them made that dangerous downward-pointing swirling finger motion to Victor that means “another round of what everyone’s having.” This led to me realizing that I hadn’t had enough to eat before going out to Happy Hour, and then led to a drunken stumble up 14th Street to get to the metro. We ran into one of my former neighbors and his wife, but I have absolutely no idea what we chatted about except that they were terribly amused at my drunkenness.

I’m feeling like the best thing for me would be a little nosh and a little coffee so that I can get back to normal and get on with my day. 🙂