Recovery

From St. Patrick's Day, that is...

I have concluded that I am WAAAAY to old to stay out half the night, even when not drinking profusely. I have no idea how I used to do this 6-7 nights a week. I can't imagine that I had that much more energy or whatever when I was in my 20s. But I guess I didn't have near the stress that I have now, since I could afford my life without feeling like I had to "sell out to the man". :(

Anyhoo, once again being in a parade with the Krewe is much better than going to the parade, and the after-party with the rest of the krewes was interesting...I just wish Susan and I had been able to mingle more. And that I had been able to talk more with the cute guy who gave me a kiss for my beads at the front door!