Her easy Sunday was marred when Goldie asked her to help with a "walk for the cure" style fundraiser that meant leaving the building at 6:45 in the morning.
It was hard getting up that early, and everyone was a little grumpy. The event was good though, and they got out in time for a champagne brunch that Goldie sprung for. It was pleasant and she got to give SD a hard time for standing her up all weekend. She only had two mimosas, but they seemed to hit her a little hard.
She left them to walk the rest of the way home, where Dusky was waiting on her to go to a wine walk. There was trivia afterwards, and they came in almost last place, but had a good time. They shopped around a little bit, and had a drink at the wine bar. She was tired though. She wasn't drunk or buzzed, just drained.
She and Dusky had decided to start a podcast together, so they went to her house to record it. She held her own, or so she thought, during the process and then drove him home.
When she got back to her apartment, she could barely walk to the elevators. She didn't feel well at all, her thighs hurt from too much chair pose in yoga the day before, and she had far too much to drink.
The last time she had champagne she napped for two hours. That had to be what was making her feel sick. It was time to give up that brunch life.
