Belated St Patrick's Day Post

St. Patrick's day was a blast.

After I cleaned my car out, my dad wanted to meet my brother and I for a drink. They had green Bud Lite, and I had a gin and tonic (with a slice of lime, to make it green). After my dad left, my bro bought us both Chuck Norris shots. Oh those are good.

Note: I did NOT slip and fall on my ass because of the drinks. I slipped because my brother parked too close to a snow/ice bank and as I was trying to walk on it, I slipped and fell.

Then I came home, waited til the buzz of the drinks wore off, I headed over to my boyfriend's for supper. He made spaghetti. We watched some Doctor Who, were silly and demented, had a Milk Dud fight, and then went to his bar to pick up last minute entries in the March Madness pool he and a friend runs. While we were there, we played darts, he had a beer, and I had a Shirley Temple.

We went back to his place, and went to bed. He fell asleep, and I laid there awake. I was in a lot of pain; evidently I did way too much during the day. I kept waking him up so around 3 am I left to go back to my place (would have left at 2 but that's when the bars close).

I didn't get to sleep til almost 7 am.

So tired of things taking so much out of me and causing me so much pain. I hated having to leave to make sure at least one of us gets a decent night's sleep. He told me next time not to leave, that he would rather cuddle me even if it disturbs his sleep a bit.