Oh I'm fine, crepes, just catastrophically hungover. So much so that death was appealing this morning. I now feel that not only may I live, but it seems the preferable option.
Lord only knows what I was trying to say upthread, but I rather like the phrase 'capability Louie'.
Our cunning plan was to get to the birthday bash early, and leave early. I said to DP 'what we DON'T want to do is get there early, pack in the drinking, and then stay late'. Of course, that's exactly what happened. And the drinking included lethally strong prosecco margaritas, and tequila shots, complete with salt and lime. And red wine.
On the plus side, as DP's sister was looking after DS, it was very relaxing not to have to worry about who was going to be the responsible adult, and I consequently didn't get all CatsBumMouth with DP for getting drunk.
MI - courage. This too will pass, but seems a necessary stage to get through. Got a bit weepy today as we drove past the turning where DP's parents used to live, and where there were so many happy memories. 