Hung to the over…!
Oh woe is Manuel...!
Woe woe and more woe. I have woe seeping from every pore. Woe and alcohol.
I ventured out on Monday evening for a few scoops with my waiter chums to see my chum sing songs about glumness and moodiness. Boy needs a hug if you ask me. But it was good times! Robyn rocked out in his own wonderful way and a good time was had by all. And then it all went rather askew.
Askew and awry.
What started as a jolly but sensible gin fuelled evening ended up with the opening and emptying of a bottle of champagne, a mistake of whiskey and regret of dessert wine. Oh my, three special bottles drained. There are blanks that I probably should get somebody to fill in, and I don't just mean the holes in the wall where the shelving fell off, but I may just leave them as blanks and assure myself that I was being witty and charming and holding court in a loveable way.
Six years. I made it six years without having anybody from work round to mine for drinks. Now they have seen how I live. That's not good.
And it's days later and I am still hung to the over in the very worst way. Drinking eh, it's not for everyone.
Oh woe is me. I'll not be writing any more this week. Come back on Monday, I'll be better by then.
Won't I?
And just when does the shaking stop?
As God The Cousin is my witness...I shall never ever drink again. Yesterday was just hell. Sweaty, sicky, coughy, all the bizarro dwarves were there.
£1000 or BBC good food magazine get the pics.
£2000 or I’ll publish the video…ha
Go out and feed yourself a large pint of Guinness. You’ll feel much better. Honest. Works for me every time.
I shudder at the very thought of it…oh god no….I wouldn’t even have a sherry trifle right now….and I have one too…
The odds on it being you and not I that had a party and trashed the house were greater than those on cITEH winning a trophy. This amuses me greatly.
Happens to all of us. You’re quietly going about your life, laughing eating, working, drinking when all of a sudden up pops a 3 day hangover, life’s Maginot line has been breached.
You’re now officially an old boy. Your ability to hold liquor has been permanently docked by the alcohol gods.Even the flash backs become more unreliable and lingering threatening your very mental (ambiguous for good reason) well-being.
Have they changed your name badge to “Lightweight” yet?
The First Commandment of Drinking: Thou Shalt NOT Mix Alcohol Food Groups.
with the corrolary – Champagne drives alcohol to the brain cells directly, guaranteeing 3 days of penance…
oh, poor Manuel. Say ten “Hail Margaritas”, make one more offering to the porcelain god, and go forth and sin not again…
£3000 or I post what really happened.
i’d feel for ya but i got a broken ankle..although, your owie sounds thousand times worser than mine
drink lots of water, close the blinds, turn off the phone and go to sleep! xoxoxo
Manuel, is there anything we can do? Send aid packages of bacon and eggs, thick sausages and fresh baked bread?
And tea, big cups of tea. Lovely dark brown, strong tea?
Sorry, “as the cousin was my witness” who was left to tend you after having stinky smoking, alcoholic,furniture breaking people in the house?Readers, have NO sympathy for him NONE!
Classic.. they all got to see your robot collection on the mantelpiece?
You are a fool for mixing and you deserve little sympathy!
Now man up!
Ah but think about the memories…..seriously, you might need to.
Aw, poor Manuel.
You need some quiet and a cup of tea.
I feel your pain. I had the mother of all hangovers last week. A week and a half has to be some kind or record. I will be blogging about it soon. Well, when I can think back on the night and not vomit slightly in my own mouth.
I totally feel your pain. I’m so completely hungover today. Drinking on a school night always seems like a good idea at the time. Three more hours till I can fall asleep on the couch.
The mixed drink hangover has to be the absolute worst, the sweats, the shivering, the blurred vision, the spider that couldn’t possibly walk any louder, the shakes, the complete lack of hand-eye coordination, the puking (hello armatige shanks), the other unpleasantness, the lack of sympathy from loved ones, the knowing smirk from loved ones, the terrifying loss of memory (OH GOD WHAT DID I DO?! I DIDN’T STAND ON THE TABLE AND SHOW OFF MY FUNKY ROBOT DANCE DID I?!)
Gin, whiskey AND champagne? Buddy, you’re lucky you’re still breathing!
The poor wee waiter.
WOE WOE WOE AND MORE FUCKING WOE…….when will it end? I still feel awful….arrrgghhh!
omg shouldn’t last this long…are you sure you didn’t pick up something?? i’m worried now