Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Dangers of celebrating
To celebrate, Rowan and I went out for supper last night (courtesy of my Mum who is staying with us for a few days). We celebrated in our usual outrageous style. A trip to a bookshop followed by a coffee shop. 'Yes, let's get our own decadent chocolate fondant each', we cry, 'It's a celebration after all!' And yes, with a pot of earl grey tea on the side (of course, what else?).
After 9 pm. Bad, bad move.
I was awake until 1.30 am. And had to get up at 6.30 am to get ready for work. It was a looonnngg night. Followed by an even longer day.
Why couldn't I sleep?
1. I'm really not used to eating rich food
2. I can't cope with that much chocolate and caffeine so 'late' in the day
3. We are just getting old.
Now, as I'm sipping my herbal tea at 8.30 pm, I've learnt my lesson and will collapse into bed soon.
Party on dudes :)