Girl's night...A love/hate relationship

Girl's night is something I always look forward to. A glass of wine, chatting, putting on some clothes that make me feel more like a woman and less like a mommy. What's not to like? Well, what's not to like is the post night hangover that follows.

Unlike my Two Blue Peas partner, I have the knack of indulging in too many glasses of wine. The first one tastes so good and you think why not a second? And, since we're still chatting and having fun, "Yes, I'll take a third glass of pinot grigio, Tyler". That's right, by this point I know the server's name and have chatted him up a bit. I've told him he looks more like a Ben...he likes that. The group of us decides he's the best server ever, because he used the term MILF when describing our crew. He's no fool, large tip coming his way.

Anyway, I digress, I'm going to try my hardest to be good and not overdo the wine at the next girl's night, because the amount of melted cheese I need to eat the day after to counter balance my hangover is really not good for the waistline.