Well, now I know that a champagne hangover isn’t very bad.
Or perhaps I took my own advice for I am feeling OK this morning. The night was good – lots of champagne (bought in advance during the Happy Hour) and only the two bottles of wine at the end were a bad sign (and there were a large number of us). Met a crazy woman with purple nails who kept telling me and PY that we were wonderful (she was, quite possibly, drunk) and handed my business card to her (possibly not the wisest move on in the world as she may be some kind of crazed stalker that tracks people down).
Still, another all-day party begins in Walthamstow at three this afternoon. Am I ready for more punishment?