Dead Man’s Hand

I am still attempting to recover from last night… a late night of drinking on an empty stomach (between about 10 pm and last call, I had something like a combination of 8 beers and shots). Not so much because of the “everyone’s Irish on St. Patrick’s Day” routine; usually, drinking on a Monday is justified by it being a Monday (alternatively, days ending in “y” are good days to drink as well); but more because yesterday was officially the last day of my 20s.

I don’t feel old. Hell, I can still handle staying out all night and then going to work the next morning; evidenced by my spending the last three hours in a meeting with a client. I’m not even hung over… at least that I can tell.

But still… damn.