Trains and Tan Lines

Ow ow my head.

My post-running, no-shower, beer-for-dinner night caught up with me like a freight train this morning. I woke up fully dressed, contacts glued to my eyeballs, and sporting a new mystery bruise/scrape on my shoulder.

Things I Shouldn’t Do Hungover:

1. Wear heels
2. Walk
3. Drink chocolate milk while walking in heels
4. Wear nice dresses

Really. Can someone turn down the lights in here and bring me a Diet Coke? I need to go back to bed for a few hours. I’m saying my thank you’s for the 1:30PM train to the Hamptons because Easy leaves at 1:00 and tells me to go home, too. Thank you, O Glorious Train Schedule, for granting me half-day summer Fridays.

As for me, I’m headed to the train station for a decidedly different beach. Tomorrow, the happiest day of the year, is the start of The Family Vacation. I get three weekends of running with SisterOh, kayaking, reading on the beach, attempting to surf, going out to breakfast…I’m doing my little happy dance wiggle just thinking about it.

And of course, I have ridiculous tan lines to maintain.