Being 27 isn't that bad!
I have had THE BEST weekend. Today is the big day, but I and some wonderful friends celebrated yesterday with a bbq featuring mayonnaise-based salads, kebabs, squirt guns, and a shitload of sangria. Wasn't yesterday's weather just perfect? I had no problem at all drinking fruity wine for 7 hours. I maturely paced myself to not pass out before my guests departed, and I WON.
Surprising nobody, I awoke to my 27th year with a hangover.
But it was great! My bf and I appreciated the day of my birth with a hike through Forest Park. Even though I could barely pee this morning and my head ached something wicked, I knew that I needed to recharge with city forest air and some movement.
Isn't it so annoying how good it feels to exercise with a hangover? I totally could have spent the day drinking and eating and watching tv, and if I had, I am sure I would still feel as terrible as I did when I woke up 8 hours ago. Instead, having trekked up some steep hills for a few hours, then admired the city from the Pittock Mansion, I just feel much more content with my age, and with my life in this city.
How have I lived here so long without making such a thing a routine activity? I'm not sure, but I tell ya - I drank like an old alcoholic fish yesterday, but don't feel a day over 35. Thank you, city nature and darling bf, for such a wonderful day.
People: get outside and enjoy your youthly hangovers. There is no way to feel but better.
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