I'm a LIGHTWEIGHT........

No, I'm not talking about weight-weight as in getting on the scale and getting weighed. I'm talking lightweight with regard to alcohol.
Three glasses of wine last night and this girl is having one heck of a morning. Three glasses of wine. Not four, not five, not the whole bottle. Three. So, forgive me if I can't share a blow by blow about the weekend. Right now, I'm way too busy figuring out what the problem is here. I mean, three glasses of wine on a Saturday night and I'm practically ruined for the day? Let's see....about last night....we went to church, we went to my favorite crab cake place, I had my crab cake, I wanted gin but decided on wine, I drank wine, the guys watched the game, we laughed, we talked, we ran into some people, I drank wine, we came back to our house to watch the end of the game, we sat on the porch, we talked a little more, I drank wine...... Really, I just don't get it. I mean, who drinks three glasses of wine and feels like this the next day? Not me. No, no, not me. I'm a I could kill that bottle and then go marathon shopping the next day kind of girl. Not a three glasses of wine and I can't put out my Halloween decorations wimp chick. Believe you me....you can ask my spirited friends...I could put away some wine. We've had bar tabs that rivaled the weekly grocery bill for a family of four.

Clearly, something is happening. My head is throbbing. My stomach is churning. My thinking is clouded. I know I'm supposed to make a frittata for brunch, get things ready for Sunday dinner and then haul out the ladder and the decorations and start my work. But, my body is saying no. And, my mind is agreeing with it. Am I really destined to live out the rest of my days being one of those women who giggles "I just can't drink more than 2 glasses of wine.."? Am I now one those pesky women who moans about getting a headache from wine? What is the problem? Why did three glasses of wine do me in? Maybe it wasn't the wine. Maybe what my father always warned me about finally happened....someone slipped something in my drink so they could take advantage of me later. Na...I don't think so. Considering that my father was sitting to the left of me and my girlfriend Martha was sitting to the right of me. My father isn't quick enough plus he wouldn't want to incapacitate his cook. And, of course, Martha has no reason to render me helpless unless of course, she wanted to take over my cooking duties. So, I am 100% sure no one drugged me.

So...I'm left to ponder this fine mess that I'm in this morning. Will I be able to cure it with a Chai Latte with an energy shot? Should I suck down a triple dose of my mega vitamins? Maybe I better up my B-12 intake. Or, should I do what my father and his Irish cronnies used to recommend way back in their drinking days....hair of the dog ? Should I have a glass of wine...right now? Or, should I just march in there and tell Carmen to move over....I'm laying down too? Oh, I forgot to mention...Carmen is passed out on the couch. He's not feeling too swift either. He says it was the wings, the hoagie and the fries. I'm pretty sure it was the beer. Or, it could be a reaction to the work that I threatened to make him do today.....
Whatever the problem....I'm not liking it. I need a cure and I need it fast. This feeling lousy after only 3 glasses of wine is not a Judi thing. I'll take feeling lousy after 8 glasses of wine but definitely not 3. Three is out. I'm not sure if it's age related or food intake related or brand of wine related or I was just having an off night thing. It doesn't really matter. Well....unless, of course....I am a lighweight.....as in LIGHTWEIGHT..... Now, that's a whole other story....