I am hungover today.

Not the puking-all-day hangover, just the woke-up-with-a-headache-still-kind-of-have-one hangover. The kind of hangover that’s nurtured by a gallon of tea and lots of cheese. But I had a great time last night. Bill went out with a couple of guys he’s known since childhood, and accidentally ran into his high school reunion. I went out with a girlfriend and we both drank too much and ate pizza, so it was a good Girl’s Night.

Now that I think about it, I ate pizza from 3 different places the last 3 days, kind of weird. It’s ok, though, I love pizza. Friday night, the pizza was homemade with Trader Joe’s dough, sausage, feta and onions. Saturday pizza was from my regular bar, which has some of the best pizza I’ve ever tasted. This was supposed to be a White Pizza, but accidentally come as a Greek pizza, with gyro meat, olives, feta and onions. I HATE olives, but these were whole, and it was close to the end of the night, if you know what I mean, and I think you do, so I could just pick them off without too much gagging (olives are REALLY gross). It was still an awesome pizza. Today’s pizza was Papa John’s Indiana Jones Super Gigantic Pizza. This was pepperoni, pineapple, and again, onion. I think if I could only have one pizza topping for the rest of my life, I would choose onion. This pizza was good, but definitely in 3rd place.

In other news, my family lives about 5 hours away. I don’t go visit often enough, and the drive is incredibly boring and long, which is most of the reason I don’t go enough. I had the bright idea that I would fly home, since there’s an airport 5 minutes from my house and an airport near them too. Any idea how much a ticket is? Anyone? Well, the price is (cue drum roll) $1307! Holy Crap! I thought I’d go out there next weekend, but, needless to say, I won’t be flying.