If you’re reading this, then I managed to survive yet another terrible hangover. Why was I hungover on a Monday, you ask? Because everyone knows Sunday Funday is one of the best trends going around & I might be diagnosed with FOMO (Fear Of Missing Out). I had to go. I just had to.
I attended the famous Kiki On The River to start my night of fun. We ate, we drank, and we had a great time. I’ll make sure to dedicate a post about their food and dining experience one of these days. As if endless frozé (see: frozen rosé) wasn’t enough, my friends and I decided to make an appearance at a new club Mr. Jones on the beach. Been there? Maybe- it’s where SET Nightclub used to be & I see it being one of my new favorite clubs. Side-note: the club was slammed and it was a Sunday night… do you people not have responsibilities? Let me be you!
After a heart to heart conversation with my Uber driver & getting home at 4 a.m. to a very annoyed mother, I knocked out.
Waking up to gardeners outside my window this morning was fun. My friend slept over, so luckily I didn’t have to do this alone. After many thoughts and considerations, I decided that being vegan and surviving this hangover were two things that didn’t go hand in hand. One had to go, and I wasn’t planning on dying today. Stay tuned for a post on my vegan experience soon to come.
It seemed like an eternity went by before the pizza was delivered. I ate some, (which did not sit well AT ALL… how could you do this to me, cheesy goodness?) and was somehow convinced to NOT be a couch potato all day. A few hours of nausea and dehydration at its finest, I somehow managed to hold down my stomach contents and didn’t throw up. I did almost throw up in the Sushi Sake bathroom, though, but again I escaped that horror.
It’s 10 p.m. and I think I’m now getting over my hangover. Either that or I’m just so tired & I can’t tell the difference between my exhaustion and usual shitty hangover.
Stay thriving (and I will too),