memories that hurt my head

We went out for a wild night last weekend for a friends birthday. There was a rented limo + several stops at bars and a restaurant (where I did not eat enough, BIG mistake) + champagne in the limo (another big mistake, I really can't handle anything more than 2 glasses of champagne) + the giddy excitement that Patrick and I get when we are in social/party/fun environments. Basically this all adds up to a horrid, horrid hangover that kicked Patrick and I's butt like never before. Over the years we have endured quite a few bouts of the irish flu together (let's be honest, it is usually Patrick), but this hangover was the worst yet. Piper was basically roaming the house, fending for herself, Patrick was barfing Gatorade all day and I was attempting to not barf while finding the closest couch to lay my weary, weary head on. We didn't leave the house or put any sort of liquid/food in our body until 5:30pm. It was not pretty.

But what would have been pretty is this picture (too bad it isn't in focus) that was taken of us that night, right around the time that things started to get hazy and about an hour before Patrick and I were the sole dancers at a super hip downtown bar where, unfortunately, no one else was dancing but us.

Don't you like Patrick's buzzed hair? Everyone says he looks "mean" now. I usually prefer him with shaggy hair and a beard, but his new buzzed look is quite cute!