Flattery is no longer top of mind

It's funny that yesterday I referenced a hangover in this very blog and now I actually have one.

The beer garden was fun. Thanks to Christine, Caroline and Ben for showing up and watching me drink my weight in Hoegaarden, and of course, my lovely sister for watching me fall off the bench we were sitting on, and then picking me up and putting me in a cab. The cab driver laughed at me the whole way home -- apparently a 31-year old girl with a skinned knee and no eyeballs to speak of (mine were rolled up into my brain where he couldn't see them) is funny.

And a special shout-out to the 23-year old Italian kid who couldn't believe that I didn't believe that he thought I was the "girl for him". My sarcastic "thank you" is specifically for him taking my phone, calling himself with it so my number would be in his phone and then calling me every hour on the hour from 11:00 pm until like 4 in the freaking morning in an attempt to convince me to let him "come over for just like a half hour". I stopped answering after the 2nd call but I have to assume the subsequent calls were for the same purpose. Flattering but annoying -- I don't have a plug next to my bed so my phone charger is plugged in across the room. After I had to peel my drunken ass off the sheets more than once to get up and check my phone, being flattered at the attention was no longer top of mind.