You know that feeling, when you wake up on New Year’s day, expecting to somehow have experienced a rebirth, yet still feel the silent sting of champagne?
That is how i’ve felt for the past three days.
Sweet mother of pearl.
I cannot get out of my champagne coma thanks to VC Polo Classic, or as I call it
the Peasant Classic.
While it was a great event, I was more concerned with seeking shade and hydration.
The need to quench my thirst made me see the a mirage of a tent which I somehow then hallucinated to buying a towel and a bottle of champagne.
Thank god it’s not the first of the month…
My judgement impaired, I sat to watch the Polo match…
I was still in a champagne coma on sunday when I was dragged to Kygo, left, and went to Roscoe’s.
Then this happened.
If you’re wondering what was in that small empty bowl, it was macaroni and cheese.