This was the view from our hotel room balcony early Friday morning.
To be honest, it's amazing I managed to take a picture Friday morning that was in focus and straight. I admit to only being outside because gulping cold air seemed to help the pounding in my head and the horrifying stomach ache that hinted to the party we attended the previous evening.
Unfortunately, I forgot to take any pictures of that party. Not a one.
Chris and I traveled to Watkins Glen to celebrate a new hotel opening with my entire family, including our NYC contingent - my brothers, sister in law - Tennille and Trav's girlfriend Lynda. There was much food, much drink, bands and lots and lots of people.
After we arrived at the party, I remember nursing one drink for two hours as I smoozed with party goers and nibbled at a ton of yummy food. I was relaxed and enjoying the jazz quartet on the patio, talking easily with friends and family. And then the NYC contingent - Seth, Tennille, Travis and Lynda arrived - and it all seemed to be quickly lost in a blur of drinks, more drinks, champagne and tequila shots. We busted many a move to the band, dancing up a storm. We giggled and dunk many a rice krispie treat (and marshmallows! and cookies!) in the chocolate fountain. (oh, so good.) We partied until way past our bedtime - finally passing out in bed at 2 a.m. (Note to self: those wild NYC kids were still at it when we left. They put us to shame.)
So this morning, when Chris and I had to drag ourselves out of bed to drive back to Buffalo, and reality, and work, and three children and our heads were split open and our stomach heaved, we blamed them - our NYC family. We have agreed they may be the devil. (Especially Trav's girlfriend Lynda who introduced the whole tequila shot idea into the equation.)
Obviously, we can't party like the rock stars we used to be. (Even if we pretended we could - just for a night.)
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