A Hangover of Incompatible Foods

I spent most of today feeling craptastic, and I think it had to do with the wide variety of party foods and drinks that I consumed yesterday. To the best of my recollections, I ate the following things in roughly the following order: alcoholic egg nog at 10am, mini quiche, kamut with spinach and portabello mushrooms, a piece of a scone, hummus and carrots, half a large cheese pizza, Coke, hot apple cider, ham, a mozzarella stick with red sauce, garlic bread, ham, onion dip, fruit and marshmallows dipped in chocolate fondue, water, tomato basil soup, half an orange, and a piece of bread dipped in salad dressing.

I managed to simultaneously eat too much (variety) and not enough (calories). I went to bed starving hungry, which always makes me feel unwell the next day. But I also had a headache and general malaise brought on by the fact that my GI tract did not like having to deal with all of that crap. I'm just happy that I stopped drinking when I did.

I went to two parties, one a solstice brunch at Andrew's place and one a Christmukkah celebration at a friend of Josh's. The Christmukkah folks have two pugs that I absolutely fell in love with. I wanted to steal them. They live out near Lorton and we got a bit lost on the drive there. I thought the situation had the potential to be just like the Curb Your Enthusiasm episode where Larry and Cheryl go to Gil's party and can't find it and eat a bag of chips in the car because they're so hungry and they finally get there and find out that it's a small dinner party and then they look rude for having eaten and the other guests are pissy because they've been waiting to eat and Larry won't take his shoes off even though it's a "house rule" and Cheryl gets offended because everyone else at the party keeps talking about porn. But it wasn't like that at all. We were only lost for about 3 minutes, it didn't turn out to be a small dinner party, everyone kept their shoes on, and no one mentioned porn.

But one of the pugs did do a circular butt-scoot on the rug underneath the food table, and if that doesn't make it a party, then I don't know what does.