I have been itching to write all weekend.  It's been fun, and there's lots to talk about, but it's Sunday and I think I am hungover.  Not entirely sure.  Either way, I am powering through this.  But let it be known that I feel like I am going to puke, my stomach won't stop lurching.  I have a very pervasive headache that's making it hard to focus on words, typing, writing.  Not sure if I drank too much, or just had a rough night sleeping.

I had an appointment with a customer, that she postponed till Monday.  That's the only work I had lined up for Saturday, so when she messaged me, I was just pulling into town.  I drove right past the shop and parked down at the beach for a while.  If I were prepared, I would have gone right into the water.

That's literally off a parking lot, in the Atlantic Highlands.  So pretty.  

So, I went driving around some, yesterday, and felt domestic.  I went home, and started preparing drumsticks and stuff for dinner.  I figured if Saturday was a wash, I would at least treat us to a nice meal.  Irv got home a few minutes later, and we went out to Samahas for veggies.  So dinner was corn, chicken, and baked beans at like 10 pm, out in the yard.  

We stayed up late and watched Paris Is Burning on my laptop.  Luiz had never seen it, and was moved to tears.  I cry every time I watch it.  We drank too, I was drinking Jim Beam over ice with lemon, and I don't know if I drank too much?  I haven't really had hard booze in awhile, and it didn't feel like too much. I didn't feel wasted, but I certainly woke up in a sorry ass state.  I don't know, but it's turned me off to drinking further.  I do like a beer or a cocktail, now and then, I like drinking culture, but I cannot do hard drinking like I used to.  

I have more stuff to talk about, but I'm already struggling at this.  Friday night we went to the County Fair, spontaneously.  Today is Sunday, and sort of a wash.  I have more pictures to share.