water. lots and lots of water.

I have a fat lip. Tender and puffy and extra pink. 

Actually. It's kind of cute--maybe I understand why people pay money for puffy puckers.

Okay, here's some advice, don't go to a barrel tasting on an empty stomach.

I will not whine about all the wine I drank.

Oprah was there. She wore yellow. I said hello. She said how are you there, young fellow?

None of that part happened, but she did wear yellow and had gigantic hair. Huge.

I thought it was pretty cute that Thomas Keller was walking around offering people cookies from a silver tray.

I think I need to stop being on summer vacation very soon. My constitution can't take it much longer.

Or maybe not. This will continue to be the blog of my hangovers.

Lot's of fantastic, fat-lip inducing things happened yesterday, but Oh my god the worse thing also happened. At the big party another dumb lady had the exact same dress on as me. Totally avoided her even though I was assured I wore it much better. The gold-toned fishnets and tie-up heels helped my cause.

And I've got this great new cuff that is apple green lace and leather that pretty much makes everything better.

I woke up this morning (woke up? maybe?) and I was still wearing the cuff which helped take away the groans.

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