Annie is killing me

We went to a new place to catch up with old bartenders, one we haven't seen in forever, the other needs to cook dinner soon dammit.
It was a good time, all you can eat prime rib for a decent price, unfortunately I wasn't hungry but Annie took advantage. I drank a few beers, she had a couple of margaritas with dinner and we came home.
Apparently tequila makes her crazier than usual, she's running around like a chicken with it's head cut off babbling at me everytime she passes through the livingroom. If it wasn't so late I'd take my ass out, but I need to work tomorrow and then go to Dad's for dinner.
I'll see if going to my room helps, night kids.