The trouble with booze...
Dec. 1st, 2003 11:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
miss_squiddyHum. I have a problem with booze. It's not that I drink too much of it and I'm not an addict or anything, it's just that when I drink, I wake up with gaps in my memory which always just so happen to co-incide with key points in the evening. Last time it happened, I can remember someone asking me a very important question, but can I remember what my reply was? No. One day I'll discover that I once had a Las Vegas wedding or something.
It happened again on Saturday. Expecting high bar prices at the Engine Rooms, we downed a few pints each at the Ernest Willows before heading over to the Bay. In retrospect, alternating between Carling and Wild Turkey wasn't such a hot plan, but I was having fun being the resident freak show (wearing foam and rexlace extensions and a big blue furry coat - which isn't exactly de riguer in townie-type Wetherspoons - kind of makes you stick out a bit).
Anyway, I know I had a wicked time at 'Bogiez: The Return' (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
xxxrated has already written a fair bit about that here)... Sort of caught up with loads of people I haven't seen for ages (Frank, Ian & Annie, Tim & Liza), managed to say less than a few words to most people I knew, drank more drinks and did a really rubbish job of being the conscience of dead_end_doll. For some reason, I decided it would be a good idea to leave at 12.30 and caught a taxi home with Dunk and some people we met outside the chip shop. We went back to Dunk's place, where I fell over and squished a loaf of bread (which got stuck in the toaster when we tried to toast it).
So on Sunday I failed to do anything at all productive and discovered that I am once again covered in bruises of mysterious origins, which I am blaming on a revenge attack by some Bread of Doom. Kicked in the shins by some sliced white. Oh, the pain...
I'm thinking that I should probably stop drinking quite so much when I go out and I'm sure there are quite a few people (particularly those of the male variety) who would agree. Or perhaps I'll just start wearing really spiky collars again.
It happened again on Saturday. Expecting high bar prices at the Engine Rooms, we downed a few pints each at the Ernest Willows before heading over to the Bay. In retrospect, alternating between Carling and Wild Turkey wasn't such a hot plan, but I was having fun being the resident freak show (wearing foam and rexlace extensions and a big blue furry coat - which isn't exactly de riguer in townie-type Wetherspoons - kind of makes you stick out a bit).
Anyway, I know I had a wicked time at 'Bogiez: The Return' (
xxxrated has already written a fair bit about that here)... Sort of caught up with loads of people I haven't seen for ages (Frank, Ian & Annie, Tim & Liza), managed to say less than a few words to most people I knew, drank more drinks and did a really rubbish job of being the conscience of dead_end_doll. For some reason, I decided it would be a good idea to leave at 12.30 and caught a taxi home with Dunk and some people we met outside the chip shop. We went back to Dunk's place, where I fell over and squished a loaf of bread (which got stuck in the toaster when we tried to toast it). So on Sunday I failed to do anything at all productive and discovered that I am once again covered in bruises of mysterious origins, which I am blaming on a revenge attack by some Bread of Doom. Kicked in the shins by some sliced white. Oh, the pain...
I'm thinking that I should probably stop drinking quite so much when I go out and I'm sure there are quite a few people (particularly those of the male variety) who would agree. Or perhaps I'll just start wearing really spiky collars again.
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Date: 2003-12-01 03:23 am (UTC)mean my saturday night i noticed was suprisingly
short when i got home even with leaving early.
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Date: 2003-12-01 03:47 am (UTC)Alcohol - check.
Loss of memory - check.
Making an arse of myself - check.
Drunken ramblings - check.
Vegas wedding - check.
;)
No problem
Date: 2003-12-01 03:47 am (UTC)Re: No problem
Date: 2003-12-01 03:50 am (UTC)Re: No problem
Date: 2003-12-01 04:00 am (UTC)Re: No problem
Date: 2003-12-01 03:55 am (UTC)embarressing moments for me ... what are friends for huh ;)
Re: No problem
Date: 2003-12-01 04:03 am (UTC)Re: No problem
Date: 2003-12-01 04:18 am (UTC)By the way - Are you in work? Shouldn't you be at home recovering??? Worth a few days off at least, isn't it?
Re: No problem
Date: 2003-12-01 04:20 am (UTC)Re: No problem
Date: 2003-12-01 04:25 am (UTC)< /mothering>
Re: No problem
Date: 2003-12-01 04:32 am (UTC)Re: No problem
Date: 2003-12-01 04:24 am (UTC)to be honest i like a good laugh and don't
mind if its me thats the source of the joviality
i find it helps people feel more comftable
around you if you can laugh at yourself and
have a joke at your own expense :)
(no subject)
Date: 2003-12-01 04:42 am (UTC)I suspect 'paying for that' involves the 12th, absinthe and other assorted toxic drinks and some poor defenceless men (who should consider themselves warned in advance).
Vive.
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Date: 2003-12-01 05:34 am (UTC)Let's make things simpler. Yes I will - if you promise to pay my bar bill and stop going through my rubbish...
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Date: 2003-12-01 06:17 am (UTC)You are so cute when you try to be evil...
(no subject)
Date: 2003-12-01 04:45 am (UTC)If they're any good, I'll stick them on imagestation for you.
(no subject)
Date: 2003-12-01 09:46 am (UTC)Welcome to my world!
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Date: 2003-12-02 01:33 am (UTC)let's do it all again tonight, anyway... ;-P
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Date: 2003-12-02 02:23 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-12-03 09:42 am (UTC)Nathan, The Toxic Pixie
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Date: 2003-12-04 04:11 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-12-04 12:12 pm (UTC)Only one thing on their minds ;)
Nathan, The Toxic Pixie