So Sunday morning I woke up and decided as a treat I’d run up to McDonald’s for some breakfast. On the drive back, as I’m going through our subdivision, I’m sitting at a stop sign and notice coming from the corner house, is 4 girls. It’s 10 in the morning. These girls were obviously in bar/club clothes. It was hilarious to watch as these girls tip toe out the side door and race to their car. Three of them trying to get to front passenger side first. It was clearly one of those "morning afters" and I chuckled, reminded of those days in my life, "did I really look like that?."  I remember hitting the clubs with my friends. One or more of us would meet a group of guys or run into some we know. Several drinks later it’s one of those, "hey you guys should come back to our place for more partying."  The morning is torture. Sneaking in the bathroom hoping to remove what was once glamorous eye makeup off from underneath your puffy eyes and cheeks before any of the guys sees you.

On the way home, us girls would stop for coffee and gatorade to kill the hangover. We’d laugh about the evening. Talk about one guy in the group like "as if"  We’d reach whomever’s house it was that all our car were parked. Say good-bye and head home for a long nap. Only to do it all over again the following weekend.

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