Mondays Suck Arse

Where hath my weekend gone?

Here lies Monday again

and I am left in a blurreddaze

memories of the weekend

nothing but

a hungover haze

So out we went

the girls in town

to celebrate the becoming

of a doctor

in one

I sipped my wine

the others rolled their eyes

and ordered beer

like the true women that they were

but then things got crazy

and they started to order shots

of something really nasty

something that inebriates me so quickly

and makes me get more and more

light headed and silly

Tequila, I believe it's called.

aja + tequila shots =

Horridly drunken antics and massive hangover the next day.

From frenzied dancing

in 4 inch heels

to the borrowing of eyeliner

for the cleopatra-esq look

to an after party

with back-up stories

on how to

save each other and quickly leave

to karaoke-ing

at 4 in the morning.

Oh the night wound up

early enough

by 6 in the morning,

was tucked up in bed

feeling like a weight

was crushing my head.