I’ve been very good on my Paleo diet. With the food, that is. With the drinks, um, not so much.
Let’s see… Last night, I started out with a bottle of rosé at Lulu (shared among three). Then I was with another group of people at Barcino, where we had a pitcher of sangria – poured into four big goblets, and since I had two of those goblets, I guess I had half a pitcher of sangria in me by the time my other friends came to pick me up.
We stopped over at Cirkulo where I had a glass of red. Then we quickly picked up more friends at People’s Palace before moving to Masseto, where I had a very generous double Ketel on the rocks and hugged people I barely knew. We finally ended up at Time where I had a huge double Stoli on the rocks, some Jagermeister shots, hugged more people, had a lot of “I love you” conversations, and danced with strangers.
By the time I got home, the sun was coming up and I was harassing people on the phone.
Why I remember all this is shocking, and why my head is still on is even more shocking.
I’m going back to sleep.