Well, I made it 322 days...

322 blessed days of no hangovers, but I managed to break my New' Year's resolution this weekend just 43 days shy of the end of the year. Oh, it wasn't the WORST hangover I've ever had, but it was definitely a hangover; nausea, pounding headache, stomach very unsettled, tired-as-hell hangover.

I almost made it. Of course, the evening that led to the killer Saturday hangover included Cristie, Nell Anne and Cactus Jack's. UGGG! The sad thing is that Nell and I each ordered only one cocktail. It was Cindy, the waitress's fault we decided. She continued to bring us cocktail after cocktail that we hadn't ordered. We didn't protest.

Maybe next year.