Monday, January 27, 2014

Hangover - Day 3

Friday I was supposed to be meeting up with a few old work colleagues, it had been 7-8 years since I'd spoken to most of them so I approached it with my usual cool, calm and collected approach.  Or I just decided to just say bollocks to it and turn the sensible filter off for one night.  It would make it more fun and at least if it wasn't going well I could always use the too drunk excuse for making a sharp exit.  It was a cunning plan.

Nobody wants to hear about other people's nights out in graphic detail in the same way that people groan as soon as somebody start going on about last nights dream.  So in truncated version...

Guinness, some food, lots more Guinness, shots, talking absolute bollocks, everyone go home, except me, more Guinness, fall over, end up in nightclub where the average age seems to be about 13 and I'm a definite novelty value, find table, can't move, more Guinness, lights on, escorted from building.......wake up on sofa £160 down for the night.

Now on day 3 of feeling like complete and utter shit and the Guinness is still making it's slow journey from mouth to ass.  It's times like this that I'm really glad I only drink 3-4 times a year.  


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