Following a big deep breath

and a night of 12 hours of sleep, I'm ready to blog about the past weekend. It was THAT notable.

Friday night was a night of stiff drinks, great food and cackling laughing. The house was packed and people were in party mode. The beauty of a 30 year old's birthday party is that all of the guests departed by midnight. I guess that's what happens when one starts drinking at 7 pm.

Saturday morning I awoke with a minimal hangover, but a solid headache to head to the airport. The flight was fine, and the greek salad that was waiting for me was better. An afternoon nap was in order prior to the social. The social was hilarious. People in parkas, (-44 with the windchill), incredible music, great prizes and at least 450 people givin' 'er as it were. We gave 'er, raffled off prizes, including a Bull Mastiff puppy and a toilet and loaded the limo at 2:30 am.

We were still in go mode so we went to this dude's house for a few more beers prior to mom's basement. A night that ended at 7 am following Vodka shots, games of pool and chilling. When it was bedtime, I flopped onto my bed in the spare bedroom only to realize that our territorial, overweight and miserable dog pissed in my bed because I was apparently invading her space. Silly bitch. I was not in good shape, but I did manage to laugh it off.

Today, I escorted 33 grade 5 students on public transportation downtown on a field trip. Needless to say, my voice is raspy, I'm dead to the world tired and I'm hoping for another 12 hours of sleep tonight.