I drank the whole thing.

Last night my sister and her boyfriend came over. I whipped out the bottle of sparkling wine I’d bought the night before and popped its cork. No one wanted any but me.

It was very tasty. I spent a little more on this bottle than I typically do because it was Valentine’s Day. Not that that is really a reason. But the bubbly nectar was delicious on my tongue, and I couldn’t stop drinking it, even with the veggie pizza we ordered. Just after they left I drained the last of the dark glass bottle. I’ve never consumed an entire bottle of any wine or alcohol, except of course beer.

This morning I awoke to the boyfriend handing me a full tumbler of water. "Even your hair looks drunk," he told me. Two hours ago I think it still was.

Every breath I take is like inhaling a big glass of sand. I’m so tired I could sleep right here, sitting up, if I just closed my eyes and kept them shut. I considered calling in, but big girls don’t call in with champagne hangovers.

I will soldier on. But the blood in my veins feels carbonated.