The Morning after...

I turned 27 yesterday and am very smug about not having a hangover or feeling like I need to curl up in a ball and rock in a corner until the lovely gentlemen in white coats come to get me.

On the negative this is confirmation that I am now officially a grown up and responsibly didn't go mental on a school night...tragic!!

I've been very good at sticking to the pre wedding diet and this means a very tight limit on alcohol (I will occasionally par-take in a single vodka and slim line tonic...but only ever one!)  But, yesterday was the celebration of the day I entered the world so, I thought 3 V&Ts were perfectly acceptable.  This was until the Hubby-to-be picked me up to take me to a very lovely restaurant.  Accompany the vodka with a short walk in 1 degree temperature and the result is 40 minutes of hiccups.  I say hiccups; more like violent convulsions with a strange tourette like noises (no offence to anyone here).  I can genuinely say there is nothing more embarrassing than entering an upmarket establishment, being greeted by a very lovely French waitress to say can I have a glass of tap (*cue convulsion and loud noise) water please, proceed by drinking this upside down in the foyer of the restaurant...Classy me?...Always!

Anyways, the meal was lovely, I pulled myself together and was sensibly tucked up in bed way before the clock struck midnight.

Parking update no1: I went for option C, which was great for a day, I now need to go "visit" the farmer...wish me luck!