Boy do I wish I bought some Pedialyte on my way home from dinner last night. No, my baby girl isn’t sick and dehydrated. It’s me–this morning, after an obscenely decadent feast at San Francisco’s superfancy Michael Mina with Laurie B. (the knits designer), her partner Christine, Phillip Weingarten (L.A. party planner to the jet set), and his partner Slavko.

As a semi-retired party girl who probably embibes about six drinks per month, throwing down one Maker’s Mark & 7up, two glasses of bubbly, half a glass of riesling, and tiny swig of pinot noir essentially slayed me. The ounce of caviar, six mini foie gras presentations, turbot three ways, a bunch of surprises from the kitchen, and a six-part chocolate dessert probably didn’t help matters much.

I don’t know whether the food or booze has left me more sluggish today, but I do know that according to everyone at the table last night–and even the waitress–I might have avoided Bacchanalian backlash had I chugged some of the potion intended for boosting a dehydrated babies’ electrolytes. According to them if you drink Pedialyte before you go to bed you can escape even the heartiest hangovers.

Unfortunately, I doubt it could take the sting out of reviewing the credit card receipts this morning. When all of the $98 tasting menus, wine, caviar, and $115 supplemental fees for things like imported Kobe beef were tallied the bill was a cool $1,800, including tip. (A little context here: $400 for dinner is WAY out of my mortgage-and-childcare-minded league.)

Thank god my generous–and apparently very successful–friends sported me for my upcoming 40th birthday. The last thing I need to accompany my gluey, slow head this morning is more grey hair.

Erika Lenkert

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