weekend, redux.

to quote the biscuit:

ow. my head.

it was a long, fantastic weekend, and i am paying the price of admission right now in headache. note to self: dressing up as america (my favorite degenerate empire) DOES NOT give license to drink the entire wine output of the state of california in one night. best to remember that.

backtracking to friday and the Sad Mood That Wouldn't End: after a long day at the office, i finally managed to shake the funk just in time for the engagement party. which is really quite fortunate, because it's hard to twitter and convey excitement properly when you're sitting in a corner, scowling. i was lucky: i had glitter in my bag and a glass of red wine waiting for me at the venue, so the transformation from gloom cookie to glowing bride-to-be didn't take terribly long. by the time the champagne started flowing, i was all smiles. and sparkle. and really big hair.

saturday saw the shivery's penultimate rehearsal before thursday's show; i daresay i think we might actually be ready to roll by then! it felt good, despite the fact that our rehearsal studio is an unheated room above an auto-detailing place--after three hours, my fingers were decidedly numb. however, we still managed to get our rawk on--and keep the attention of bill, our spectator and advice-giver for the day.

and that brings us to sunday, to the fall of the empire party: biscuit's gold toga, mike/anna's djellaba, kate's new tattoo, general debauchery and the biggest bloody bottle of riesling that has any business existing anywhere.

and on that note, i must go find something to mop up the excess wine still floating around my bloodstream; be so kind as to think quietly happy thoughts of no customer service issues today. and excuse the terrible mundanity of this missive; pickled brains don't do so well for the writing.