I'm a temporary morning person. It's 4 a.m. and I can't sleep. Maybe ... it was all the food and drinks at last night's St. Patty’s Day party. With an invitation from our friends, Carol and Dave who own a beautiful home on the lake, we arrived ready to par-tay. Everyone in green, but me, the house was decorated with green streamers, balloons, and little green men around every corner and on the super long food table. This house could've been sitting in the middle of County Cork, Ireland ... it was just that festive.
Filled to overflowing with guests, the food rocked! Corn beef, ham, and all the trimmings. And then ... there was the toddy. The apple toddy. Carol's grandmother's recipe that was handed down to her from the very early days of this country. A mixture of apples and spices and a couple bottles of whisky poured on top, then left to ferment in a large pottery jar, strained and heated. Smooth and wonderful. No wonder our forefathers survived the 1700 winters.
Irish beer and wine, a cake made with Guinness, and four-leaf clover cupcakes ... my friend, Carol ... damn, she knows how to throw a party. Amazing. Of course, all eyes were glued to the TV as the UNC Tar heels rolled over Michigan at the last few moments of the game. New people to meet, new faces, great fun, fabulous food ...
... and a middle of the night hangover.
Ahhh, what a life. The first one in a long, long, long time. No toilet hugging, just a slight headache and stomach gurgles. Time for lots of water and meds.
It somehow feels better sitting here in the middle of night plucking away at they keyboard. I wonder if Hemmingway would agree that writing is a good medicine for a hangover?
Then again, maybe George Washington or Thomas Jefferson would know a cure-all for too much toddy.
Who cares ... it was one of the best parties we've been to in a long time. Since New Year's Eve, actually. My writer friends love parties and having fun. Writing does lend itself to needing a release once in a while. Just as long as I don't see any little green men in the next few hours ... I'll be okay.
Blessings to you and yours.