The Wedding and the City
I woke up Saturday morning and went into an immediate panic. Why you ask? Two reasons: (1) I drank my way into oblivion the night before my best friends wedding (open bar rehearsal dinner = bad call) and woke up dry heaving; and (2) in my drunken stupor that night, I set my alarm for 8 am PACIFIC time (FYI our limos were supposed to leave the hotel at 9 am EASTERN time). When it comes to drinking, I’m no spring chicken. My college days of morning-after rallying are long gone. So I’m not joking… Read more >