After Party.

Well, we drove the last of the guest home and returned safe and sound. It was a good party. We feasted, we feted, but we did not (at least not officially, and certainly not in any manner that I am allowed to confirm or deny) fornicate.

And now, to sleep!

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Ohh, I ache! The one MAJOR problem I have with booze is that its an anesthetic. Sometime during the party last night I overstrained my right arm, and never noticed it. Later, when all of the wine was wearing off, it got worse and worse. It was so bad that I it woke me up several times in the night. Luckily I happened to have a tube of linament right beside the bed, so I didn't have to go far to do something about it. Now I'm awake, I've slathered on more linament and have taken some painkillers. Now it just twinges when I move it.

I'm feeling rather ... Mellow now. The hard work is over. The party was a great deal of fun, and the cleanup will be easy with a dishwasher. And there is triffle calling me for breakfast. Trifle for breakfast is a holliday tradition from when I was a still living at home, and I am SO glad that taxdragon considers it one worth perpetuating.