diamonds in the sky

This morning was rough, as is to be expected after last night's shenanigans. My mom said that when she first checked my blog this morning, I hadn't written yet, which is a testament to both how late I stayed up and how early she woke up. However, I would assume (I did not ask) that she did not wake up to an alarm that had been going off for awhile, the remnants of a bunch of daiquiris running through her veins, and the unwelcome knowledge that she had to get up and be presentable to a classy bridal shower in an hour. Bleh.

But, Terry wins the roommate award (stiff competition!) because she went to Starbucks and got me coffee, and also drove us to the shower and then dropped me off after so I could retrieve my car from where I'd left it last night. And I think I pulled off the appearance of sobriety and responsibility quite well at Lauren's shower, even if I was feeling just a bit out of my element since I was struggling through a hangover while most of her other guests were talking about their small children, their cats, etc. I don't have small children for obvious reasons, and I don't have a cat because I refuse to be a romance novelist who lives alone with a cat, so I just drank my water and tried to get my brain to work. The shower was v. lovely, though; it was at Lauren's house, but her mom made some v. delicious crustless quiche and a nice salad, and I really like Lauren's female relatives, so it was great to get to see them. And the shower was garden themed, so I got Lauren some of the deadheading/snipping shears that my mom likes and a bunch of seeds for various herbs and lettuces, so hopefully she enjoys them (and invites me over to eat the fruits of her labors next year).

After the shower, I came home and promptly collapsed into a nonverbal, dehydrated heap, and I ended up taking a nap before talking to my parents, who seem to be in good spirits. Then I put some clothes on (since I'd gone all out on my nap and put my nightgown on) and went downstairs, where I ate some tuna and watched tv with Terry and her sister for several hours. And now, I must sleep; I have to be over my hangover tomorrow so I can return to my no computer/no phone/no driving/tons of writing plan for the week. Goodnight!