It’s been a week of too much wine and too little sleep. In other words, I had a lot of fun. But the way I felt in the mornings just may not be worth the frivolity.

Last Friday a friend invited us to celebrate her birthday ( a big one) at The Social Club on Smith Street. I started the night with a  Cosmopolitan and switched to a shot of Limonella courtesy of the bartender and a Diet Coke. I actually didn’t feel too bad the next day so I forced myself to run in Prospect Park for the first time since August. 

Tuesday night after Writer’s Group, some of us went out to Blue Ribbon for drinks and conversation. We ordered a good bottle of red wine (a Montepulciano, I think) and drank and talked until after mid-night.

The next morning I overslept and felt a heaviness in my head for hours. Starting the day like that is awful: pure and simple. I’ve decided to swear off red wine. It’s just not worth oversleeping, getting my daughter to school late, buying an Oscar Meyer Lunchable at Met Food for her lunch, racing to the line up in the backyard…

Not worth the stress and the heavy feeling in my head. The pounding, pounding. Like Fiona Apple on her piano.

Last night at Brooklyn Reading Works at The Old Stone House, I drank two small paper cups of white wine at the event. It was nervous drinking. Being the hostess drinking, having to converse with a crowd drinking, speaking in front of an audience drinking.

At dinner at Belleville afterwards with writers Regina McBride and Nancy Graham, my sister, and my husband, I drank two glasses of a really excellent Chardonney.

I had no trouble waking up but I did feel unbelievably exhausted all day. I’m pretty sure it had  to do with staying up late catching up with Nancy combined with those four glasses of white wine.

Luckily there’s a couch in my office. If my head keeps hitting the keyboard, I just lie down on the couch with the lights out and catch some mid-work zzzzz’s. That happened twice today: I literally could not keep my eyes open

At the 7:00 p.m. screening of "Wallace and Gromit and the Curse of the Ware Rabbit" at the Pavilion, I could not keep my eyes open during what seemed to be a really good movie. My daughter poked me once or twice but she gave up after a while.

I guess I am reaching an age where I need to be more careful about what I put into my body. I need more rest and daily exercise. Probably need to limit my wine intake to two glasses at most. Three or four knocks me right out.

My bed sounds like a really, really good place to be right about now…

Good night and good luck.