Ook! I think I have poison running through my veins. At least it feels like poison.

Too much beer and dancing makes for a lump of a Jodi this fine saturday. It’s not that I’m hungover, It’s that I have poison running through my veins. I just don’t feel right. Maybe that’s what a hangover is, just not feeling right.

So, the festive occassion was the marriage of my cousin Christopher. A blast was had by all. I danced and danced and danced some more. I don’t do too bad for an old suburban white girl.

Of course, I had to deal with THE QUESTION. I think it was asked roughly 394 times last night.

“So when are you getting married?”
“Never!”
“Oh, C’mon Jods [gah! i hate being called that more than anything else on the planet]”
“I like being a young, single woman.”
“You aren’t that young.”
“I am younger than you!”

I have more to say, but right now I am too dumb to think of how to say it. So, I think I will leave the posting until my brain starts functioning properly.

But, one question. To cap or not to cap?