I'm just not cut out for weeks of parties. I admit it, I'm old. I don't know when it happened, but I came to the concrete realization that I just can't hang anymore. Actually, I never could. Ruths Chris serves big glasses of wine, and after 3, I'm toast.
Last night was hopefully the very last party I have to go to. I did manage to make my excuses for the post dinner drinks and head home. I don't think my tummy could take one more night of too much wine, guys and song. At least I didn't have to get up to run at 5 this morning.
Racing season starts early this year and I'm sure going to pay for all of this fine living. Let no good deed go unpunished!