I am the worst

Obviously I've fallen off the posting wagon.

As you will soon read, I have also been thrown off headfirst, helmetless and at 100 miles per hour another kind of wagon (the healthy eating and normal alcohol consumption variety).

A brief synopsis of the past week:

Wednesday night in Milwaukee - Tapas and wine with Jon's colleagues. No, we really didn't need to drink tonight. But we did. Because we were invited out of the house! With other people!
Thursday - AM flight to New York City followed by obesifying Thanksgiving meal, the worst Giants rage I have witnessed yet, and as a result, wine.
Friday - Hangover, train to Princeton, New Jersey for wedding rehearsal and dinner, more wine.
Saturday - Hangover (furious), wedding, and the best appetizer selection we have ever seen: made to order mini Philly cheesesteaks, mini burgers and fries, yaketori, massive raw bar-slash-Jon's cocktail hour home (lump crab meat, oysters, clams, shrimp, crab legs), pasta station AND passed hors d'oeuvres that included, but were not limited to: clams casino, quesadilla spring rolls, shrimp tempura, lamb chops, spinach and goat cheese pastries . . . I'm stopping because my love handles just punched my butt in the face. I don't know how that's possible, but it happened.
Sunday - Hangover. 8:45 AM train to New York City. "Thanksgiving" sushi lunch with Jon's dad where his father consumed 42 pieces of sushi. I repeat: 42. Meet up with long lost family and friends in the village! Woo hoo!
Monday - Hangover. (Is anyone surprised?) 4:30 AM wakeup call for 6:30 AM flight (was that really necessary?) back to Milwaukee. Land in midwest, picked up by visiting brother Jeb (yes!) and deposited directly at my work's front door. Super. Stand on feet for 8.5 hours. Ground myself for poor decision-making regarding diet for past 5 days. Give thanks for black leggings.

Will return once grounding is over. Hope you had a wonderful and healthier Thanksgiving!