By the time you read this, I will be neck deep in boxes and debris which comes with the joys of that never ending, fucking irritating caper referred to as moving house.
Never. Again.
Moving house also means no Foxtel and no interwebs. No Foxtel and no interwebs makes Holly go something something.
So, while I go back to rocking in my corner like a loony, I am inviting my blawg up to the divine Stacey from Veggie Mama - She and I bond over our mutual girl crush on Mrs Woog, so I am uber excited to host this post for her!
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Last weekend, my gorgeous friend and neighbour Nikki had a special houseguest.
Ladies and gentlemen, the Woogs had come to town.
I discussed the merits of pink fairy wings with Jack, sang the Party Rock Anthem with Harry, and gave Mrs Woog a completely inappropriate postcard with boobies on it.
I drank some wine, showed off my extremely cute baby, drank some wine, ate some cheese and drank some wine.
I drank some wine, watched Jack’s ballet performance, drank some wine, talked everybody’s ear off, drank some wine and sent my fabulous husband home with the baby. Then I drank some wine, drank some wine, drank some wine and drank some wine.
Now normally this wouldn’t be an issue, but I haven’t drank some wine in such a manner in about a year and a half. And the next morning, my body went OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?
I’m really sorry body, you used to be able to take it!
Ok I lie, I actually felt pretty good up until about 11am when I had to squeeze in some work I had to do, pack for our weekend away, give the baby her porridge and tidy up before meeting Nikki and the Woogs for lunch at noon.
Suddenly it was all just too much. I threw some things in a bag, threw some stuff in the dishwasher, almost threw the laptop as far away as I could and threw myself down on a mat in the sunshine with the cutest kid in the world.
My head hurt, I felt weak and tweaked, somewhat shaky and a whole lot nauseous. Were hangovers always this bad? Or was I woefully out of practice?
Was this what I had to look forward to for the rest of my life?
I took two nurofen, dragged myself to lunch and sat, teetering, for about fifteen minutes looking green and uncertain.
Then I had an ice-cold Corona. With lime in it. And, my old faithful, you did not let me down. I lived to party another day. Amen.
Have had many a Woog induced hangover despit attempts at thwarting it off with a 3am raid of the fridge and eating Mongolian Lamb in bed - which Mrs Woog then placed under my bed and I did not find until 3 mouldy weeks later. My hangover cure is Strawberry Moove and a service station sausage roll. It HAS to be from a servo, otherwise it does. not. work.
ReplyDeleteDo you really live next door to Nikki?
ReplyDeleteI just assumed there must be like a hotel or something nearby and you were staying there. How freaking cool!
Mrs Woog blows me away. She also scares the living shit out of me, but in that feeling awkward around someone so awesome kind of way.
Actually you and Nikki make me feel the same way.
Bet the hangover was well worth it.
Haha once I had a dream about a Strawberry Yogo and it was so awful I haven't touched strawberry flavoured anything since. Perhaps I never will.
ReplyDeleteAnd yes, Nikki and I are true, actual neighbours. And yes it was worth it. You're a cutie patootie, Miss Pink x
Panadol and soda water BEFORE passing out.
ReplyDeleteTip - place them at the bedside prior to enjoying the first glass of goodness from the vine.
And hope that you end up making it to the bedside that night.
:-)
Oh dear, I don't think anything really cures it. When I was younger and misbehaved regularly, we used to swear by a service station pie, or some KFC. And a berocca the night before, and the very next morning!
ReplyDeleteVeggie - Suggest you surround yourself with different company if you want to ward off hangovers.
ReplyDeleteMrs Woog says you rock by the way, but I knew that.
Love that Lavazza, Nikki sounds like the best neighbour ever.
ReplyDeleteHangovers need a fresh juice (to wash down panadol & nurofen, & kick start your blood sugar) & something greasy to sort out your tummy, my preffered option is a hamburger (not mcDs). I also think sipping gatorade slowly will replenish your dehydrated body faster than water will, but don't skol it, it will make you vomski.
Gosh, I've given this some thought haven't I? Sounds like a hangover worth having to drink with such esteemed company!
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Dammit, I need to move next door to you two. Or in with the Woogmeister.
ReplyDeleteI believe my neighbour lust is extremely well documented. So I'll just say that there is only one cure for a hangover and it is more alcohol and some greasy food thrown in for good measure, but mostly the alcohol.
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