Due to work, I had no energy yesterday, so today I’ll post twice.
And then we can forget the story I’m about to tell. While a lot of my embarrassing stories involve falling in front of others, I’ve decided to treat you to another regrettable moment. Look, when I’m up for a big drinking session, it’s either champagne or rum and coke. And usually this works for me – I know when I should start drinking water or eat something. Unfortunately, whether the heat, the expired milk I’d had with my tea earlier in the day, or the amount of alcohol consumed, I found myself in a VERY sick state during a music festival last fall. I won’t go into the messy details, because I’d much rather forget them.
Three good things: my friends are amazing, caring and very understanding individuals. Secondly, long story short, I had a super strange dream, which led to an even stranger barely connected series of thoughts, which led to the idea for The Queen of England
(which I even remembered the next day)! And finally, I pulled the magic trick of leaving my purse in the taxi – only to have the taxi driver call and return it to me the following day (yes, he received a healthy tip for his honesty).