Hooray for Chic-fil-A
So the boyfriend is off for two weeks to the G8 Conference. For those who don't know, he's in the Army Reserves and will be part of the crowd control, homeland defense team guarding the conference.
In any case, last night was sort of a goodbye. So we went out with his best friend for margaritas. I got tipsy, but not full-on drunk. Had maybe 2 1/2 to 3 margaritas.
So here's the perplexing thing, this morning I felt wretched. Dehydrated. Hung over. Not good....
UNTIL I stopped at my local Chic-fil-A and picked up a chicken biscuit AND a sausage, egg, and cheese biscuit. Yes, OINK, OINK. I'm a pig. Fine. Judge all you like. Because I am here to tell you that the aforementioned TWO biscuits were exactly what my stomach needed to get over last night's margaritas. I've never felt so good in all my life.
Hooray for Chic-fil-A!