Dance all night, sleep all day. and binge watch netflix.
This was the anthem for my summer. Minus the reality that I didn't really get to sleep all day.
The last few months have been a whirlwind and I'm sad to see it go. June-August was filled countless hours binge watching Netflix, we are too broke to do anything else, also all of our money went toward our wedding and other peoples' weddings in far away places. All that aside, this summer has been great and magical. I danced my heart out and drank my liver out. Neither of which are normal occurrences for me.
But in my defense, I've noticed that all the weddings/events in the like, we went to, there seemed to be more alcohol in abundance than water. Just give me water, please.
In July, we went to a Florida wedding where the dancing and humidity took its toll. I was drenched in sweat and kept drinking this yummy pineapple and rum concoction (seriously, not any water in sight) . That night was great, lost my keys, danced with my mom, took "selfies"with my esteemed aunt and a southern belle, had bonding time with my cousins that lasted until about 5 am. It was great, until the under slept version of me was not happy. I recounted the nights events and drinks... I counted up to at least 14 and stopping counting, knowing that today was going to be awful. And it was. Was it worth it? Totally.
Lesson learned. Alcohol is not water.
Until next time, my friends.