I'm hungover...

... and I can't quite believe it. I think the last time I drank enough to get hungover was about four years ago.

For some reason, my husband decided that we needed to drink some wine last night. A glass led to the whole bottle, which led to another bottle, which led to us watching Battlestar Galactica drunk. That part was fun. Waking up to a hangover not so much.

So much for library story time and working out at the Y today.

*facepalm*

I guess we're just getting a head start for the weekend, when Tom and I are flying to a wedding in Washington DC. While I like the groom, the bride is ... ugh. It's going to be a highy swanky affair (the groom works for some DC big shots) and apparently there are a couple of Senators coming. I'm getting the feeling after talking to one of my friends (that is thankfully going to be there) that this is going to be more of a networking event than an actual wedding.

Good times. I think the only thing to do is to find the bar and stay there for the entire reception.