Oy. Because... oy.

What a gorgeous day!

In between the whining over my vodka-induced headache and the much drinking of jasmine tea, the sun emerged from its cloudy blankets long enough to make a lasting impression on my hungover mentality.

We even had to make a Ben and Jerry's run for hot fudge sundaes. And then another run for yellowtail and Philadelphia rolls. (Lyra's now using the chopsticks in some weird, intricate performance that she calls a "pony dance" and asking me about when she was a little baby and why, exactly, she does not have a "baby in her tummy." Don't worry, I am a master of answer-avoidance. I tell her only that she has to be much, MUCH taller.)

Last night was an evening of delightful drunkenness and only slightly embarrassed karaoke singing. I have never done this before (and I won't be doing it again, I don't think). But it was wonderfully fun, thanks to Yule's most excellent company and an unfortunate, endless supply of vodka and cranberry juice.

Drunken conversations are just so... entertaining. I distinctly remember the most bizarre snippets of information, such as one person's highly detailed account of their ethnic heritage and the napkin caricatures another person made of his friends. (By the end of the night, everyone is your best friend, no?) I wrote someone a secret message... in German. Another guy tried to convince me that my body is just a vessel for my immortal soul, to which I could only give a non-committal "hhmph." That's just not a conversation best served drunk.

Anyway, oy. I am STILL hungover, but luckily for me the day was gorgeous and I could be hungover in style. And also, thank goodness for sushi.