Yesterday I went out for a couple of cocktails with two of my most favorite people. I knew I wanted a French 75 and I planned to look great drinking it. I dressed in houndstooth, pearls, and spectators. It was a great night, but I had too many and woke up bemoaning my lack of restraint.
Today, I look like crap, but by now I actually feel pretty decent.
I'm comfortable, so I don't care that I may be slightly frumpy. I have my cup of coffee, my ipod, and a good attitude. This evening I'm going to pay for what I've done with a nice long walk and eat a salad. It'll be a great Friday night.
Life is good.