I drank too much on Saturday night. Sunday was a recovery day.
I was at the Confed Centre until about midnight, when Lynda kindly drove me to Carolyn's house for a party. At the Confed, I only had one drink, so at Carolyn's, tango dancing with the diminutive Rebecca didn't seem terribly risky. But then all 5' of her tried to dip all 6' of me. I went down hard into a coffee table, and now have a painful-yet-impressive bruise on my right hip. It's the colour of eggplant. About the size of eggplant, too, now that I think about it.
Anyhow, the point is, it was physics and geometry that brought me down, and not my one Confederation Centre (too-dry) Manhattan.
Then I started drinking rum and cokes (rums and coke?) that were probably a little too strong, because by 4:30am, I was praying at the altar of my nightly post.
So, be it resolved, that I'm going to be a little smarter about my intake of intoxicants for the summer.