Bruce and Mundee's annual Christmas party was the hit of the season. We ate, drank and caroled until we puked. Literally.
The wine caught up with me at 5am. I puked 5 times over the next hour. Ended up just sitting in the reclaimed chair because I didn't want to have to fall out of the loft just to get to the bowl in time. I think I dropped a pant size from all the toxic stuff coming out of me.
Spent the rest of Sunday just feeling queasy and shaky, but no real hang over or headaches.
But it was worth it, see you at next years party!
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