t.g.i.f. but if only i wasn’t hangover (wow, I can really ramble sometimes)
Ugh! Mumble-mumble, grunt-grunt.
Yesterday was a weird day for me. Surprisingly enough I managed to do a lot of things at work, leave in time, go shopping (for nothing in particular but, at the same time, everything my eye catches), go home, have dinner and go out.
This was the short version of my day. The longer version includes details like caffeine suddenly working 3 hours after I had finished my coffee (this totally negates the concept of instant coffee that resides in my head); working so fast and talking so fast that no one could catch up; spending 3 hours shopping just to get a pair of shoes and a t-shirt (sometimes I am really slow when I shop); making 3 toast sandwiches for dinner (I don’t know why); looking for a pair of trousers for 40 minutes in the mess I tend to call “home”; finding out that they actually were at the first place I looked but didn’t see them; biting my tongue; drinking 5 pints of beer and not getting drunk.
The whole point of this post is lost on me right now. And I’ve said my name on the phone (when I answer it) so many times today that the words have lost all meaning. You ever feel like that? It’s very odd when it happens with your own name, you feel like you’re talking about somebody else - a very awkward out-of-body experience I think.
Back to last night. So L. and I (yes, that L. I wrote about once - we’re just friends now) meet up in Charles Street (my favourite gay bar/club at the moment) but he tells me that he’s stopped drinking alcohol as he’s trying to detox. He’s actually quit everything that makes the days worth being awake for! Even sex, although involuntarily as he’s split up with his boyfriend and is not seeing anyone at the moment. So he gets an orange juice, I get a beer and we start walking around to see if anyone else we know is there.
I haven’t been out very often lately and so, I don’t recognise any of the people I see anymore. What happened to the ones I used to see and where did all these new people come from? Oh well, I guess you can’t help but sing ch-ch-ch-ch-changes when something like this happens right? I mean it’s good for things to be changing sometimes, it gives you more opportunities. The thing is that it made me feel weird not to know anybody in there and L. bumping into friends of his all night. I felt like an outsider for a bit, until I realised that it’s actually a good thing.
It means that I’m not a scene queen (anymore) and all these people have never seen me drunk or heard me sing anything on karaoke nights (while drunk) which means I can do it all over again! I’m only joking, all that was a nice experience but I don’t think I’m up for it again. One of the reasons is that I’ve started getting hangovers now. I hardly ever did before. Maybe it is just because I haven’t drunk so much in a while. Or maybe it’s because L. kept buying me drinks all night (the good thing is that I wasn’t drunk). Since I can’t stand hangovers (I don’t think there’s actually anyone out there who actually likes them) I won’t be getting drunk again any time soon. Unless I really need to (if you know what I mean).
What was the point of this post? Oh, yeah, I have a hangover today and it kills. That’s all.
Related posts:
mmmMonday!
bad dreams + horniness = a really bad mood
having an allergic reaction to life
laughing in the toilets of a gay bar
reality… what a concept!
franky said:Ummm… I don’t know what to comment. Why do I actually comment in that case? Oh yeah… sounds like a regular Brighton day to me hehe. Go to work hungover… lunch with wine (no not to drink, but to get rid of the hungover) and then… afterwork shopping, little relaxing home (read getting ready for the night)…Yeah surely close a place before bed time and make sure to be hungover the next day.
Karaoke? No way! Only at the Candy Bar *rolls eyes*
Welcome back to Brighton dude!
Commented on August 18th, 2006 at 12:50 pm
non-workingmonkey said:Hello, like yer blog. x
Commented on August 18th, 2006 at 2:59 pm
WendyC said:A hangover, without the bonus of at least having gotten drunk? A crying shame, I tell ya!
I hate to tell ya but the hangover thing only gets worse the older you get. Of course I too don’t drink every night any longer like in the good old days, in fact rarely ever now, but I almost always pay for it when I do, these days. ACK!
Commented on August 18th, 2006 at 3:21 pm
Colin Brooks said:franky :: I was fine after lunch time and didn’t have to have wine with lunch to feel better.
non-workingmonkey :: cheers!
WendyC :: I think I had a hangover because I hadn’t drunk much in a very long time. Went out Friday and Saturday and drunk very much too but didn’t feel rough the morning after. So that must have been it!