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Hung over

Wayne and I aren't big drinkers. We can go months at a time without even a glass of wine with dinner, but every once in a while we go out to tie one on. It's usually to celebrate something (or in this case - to concede to me turning 35). Last night was one of those nights.
We always have a good time going out just the two of us. There's never a lack of conversation and when we're out at pubs or clubs - our favorite activity is people watching. It's always a good laugh.
We drank quite a bit last night - We shared a bottle of wine at dinner, at the first pub we went to we had a drink each, again at the 2nd pub and at the 3rd - we had two more. We were out till 1AM, up till about 3:30 and I've been awake and hung over since 7:30. I wish I was one of those people who slept through it, but I never do.
I have a hang over ritual I go through. It starts with a hot shower and a facial scrub. I always feel like my skin looks dull and tired from all the smoke in the air. My hair gets washed twice and conditioned, after my shower comes moisturiser from head to toe and ends with body spray. For breakfast - something healthy and it's never breakfast food. I have my home-made chicken soup I made for dinner the other night on the stove right now that I will have with a large glass of coke with lots of ice (coke with lots of ice is a must for me with a hangover).
My ritual ends with suffering in silence on the couch watching movies and TV until Wayne comes down - probably at around noon.
I'm halfway through my ritual and the coke is sounding really good right about now...

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