Yeah. That worked out.
Sep. 18th, 2005 06:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
luckykaaDrinks with a bunch of people I know online on Friday. I really will have to have a couple of cokes in the future though. I'n not a heavy drinker these days. The big cheese really could't handle his drink. I mean he was there from just before five, drank half a dozen pints of beer and a couple of scotches, plus a couple of glasses of bubbly, and he was totally plastered. They're a nice crowd but they drink a hell of a lot.
After a little dithering and lack of decisiveness, I decided I'd go to Slimelight. Haven't been for a while and i like it there. Alas it was members and guests only. Fortunately goths are a nice crowd, so I was signed in by a random bloke who didn't have a guest.
Danced a bit. Flirted a bit. Drank a lot. Discovered the intricacies of kissing a girl with a tongue piercing. Just before the bar closed I thought I'd stock up on a couple of cans. Took a while to drink though. It got so late that it had become early in themorning, so I got the first tube home again, drank a gallon of water, and promptly collapsed into bed.
I discovered a long time ago that drinking lots and lots and lots of water at the end of a heavy night really helps with the worst effects of the hangover. The other cure is breakfast. Fruit juice. Bacon. Mushrooms. Egg. Apparently there's science to this, the fruit juice replenishes vitamins, salt in bacon helps with dehydration, the egg contains cysteine which assists processing acetaldehyde (apparently), and mushrooms are really tasty when fried in butter.
So I spent Sunday being half asleep with a mild headache. Not too bad.
And my flatmates thought it would be nice to all chip in and have a roast. Which suited me fine because that meant roughly no work for me.
On balance, the weekend worked out quite well.
After a little dithering and lack of decisiveness, I decided I'd go to Slimelight. Haven't been for a while and i like it there. Alas it was members and guests only. Fortunately goths are a nice crowd, so I was signed in by a random bloke who didn't have a guest.
Danced a bit. Flirted a bit. Drank a lot. Discovered the intricacies of kissing a girl with a tongue piercing. Just before the bar closed I thought I'd stock up on a couple of cans. Took a while to drink though. It got so late that it had become early in themorning, so I got the first tube home again, drank a gallon of water, and promptly collapsed into bed.
I discovered a long time ago that drinking lots and lots and lots of water at the end of a heavy night really helps with the worst effects of the hangover. The other cure is breakfast. Fruit juice. Bacon. Mushrooms. Egg. Apparently there's science to this, the fruit juice replenishes vitamins, salt in bacon helps with dehydration, the egg contains cysteine which assists processing acetaldehyde (apparently), and mushrooms are really tasty when fried in butter.
So I spent Sunday being half asleep with a mild headache. Not too bad.
And my flatmates thought it would be nice to all chip in and have a roast. Which suited me fine because that meant roughly no work for me.
On balance, the weekend worked out quite well.
