Drove home enjoying a beautiful sunset. Went to a party this evening where there was a lot of drinking. I'd told the hostess in advance that I would leave when they were no longer charming.
Well, they were great, but I was happy to leave when their speech became slurred. I haven't been a social drinker for a long, long time anyway, so no triggers.
In Norway, a hangover is called "having lumberjacks". Let them chop wood elsewhere, I'm looking forward to a nice walk with the BF (there will be coffee and Italian icecream) and chinese food with a friend.
...and all this talk of salads, pizza and sausages has inspired me to plan some lunches for work as well. Thanks!