Sobriety and Sangria

Well helloooo there followers! Welcome back to my life. :-)) So its currently 11am on a Saturday morning and to be honest with you I am very much... hung. over. End of discussion. What did I do to myself last night to get in this state you might ask? Well that's a very good question.

Calm enough Friday night looms ahead, meeting up with Kevin after he finishes work for a few simple bevvies with one of his friends (who funnily enough lives just a few apts over from us!) So I'm taking my sweet ole time getting ready. Texting people asking if denim skirts are still cool enough to wear out. (General concensus is no!) Shush it, I still own one. And I think if paired right, its still sorta cute!! :-/

Oh my gosh, side note - So there was this family viewing the apt complex just now and the mom was asian and the dad was white and they had the MOST adorable little girl. So precious. I love seeing mixed babies like that, makes me picture what mine and Kevin's child will look like some day!!

Anyways sorry bout the slight sidetrack there for a second! Now where was I??? Ahhh yes, the denim skirt discussion. Well okay maybe they are not cool anymore but I am quite fashionably challenged anyhow so need I say more?! Didn't think so.

I'm going off on another tangent again, I was telling the story about how I got to the state of being extremely hungover this morning. See folks, this is what drinking does to you! So I finally end up leaving the place say around 8'ish and I'm walking over to this bar that is maybe like 6 or 7 blocks away (long blocks) and once you pass 5th street the area starts to look a bit dodgy (term I picked up in Ireland) so I'm like I better call Kevin to keep me company while I'm walking by here. So it turns out he is about a block behind me (he works late!) so we meet up and walk over there together. The bar is a pretty chill local neighborhood kind of dive. We join his friend(s) on the patio. Its his friend, friend's brother, friend's friend from college and brother's co-worker who is like 45 I might add. I will refrain from their names bc I don't know them all that well and I'm not sure they'd be so stoked about being in some random girls blog. So the brother and co-worker are quite schwasted at this point. Whatever, the rest of us got a few giggles out of the situation. So while the rest of the crew is sipping on some shots of Jameson, I myself was a good girl and just indulged in a few blue moons (yummalicious!) and then the decision was made to go get some food.

We head out to the Mission district which apparently is the best neighborhood in SF for Mexican food (again, yummalicious!) and we go to some tapas bar/restaraunt. I convince Kevin we need a LARGE pitcher of sangria. (Well there were 5 of us! Co-worker had since departed from the group outing.) And as I'm ordering the sangria this guy at the bar is chatting to me and says be careful, the sangria is lethal. You'll be drinking it and then all of a sudden it will hit you! So I'm like haha, k thanks for the advice. We finally get our table and for some reason everyone else is more interested in the food than the sangria (except me :-)) Are you getting where I'm going with this??? Lethal sangria + Andrea = One drunk blogglehead. So anyways we finish eating and the food WAS good (Sorry don't remember the name of the place. I'll get back to you on that one!) and the 3 dudes wanted to go out somewhere else but since Kev had to work in the morning, we flagged a cab and headed home.

See, I told you it was a chill night, no major drama. SO why the flip did I wake up and feel like I've been ran over by a speeding train?????? I guess we'll never know.... Hmm, and I thought living in Ireland had trained me well!

Off to recovery!