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.
Re: No problem
Date: 2003-12-01 04:25 am (UTC)< /mothering>
Re: No problem
Date: 2003-12-01 04:32 am (UTC)