Wednesday, October 19, 2005

They always warned me.

Remember when you were skipping round merrily at 17, drinking yourself senseless until four in the morning and then happily getting into school at nine? All the old people (those over 20) always said "Enjoy it while you can, the hangovers last for days when you get older". "Pah" was always my response.

I'm 23 now, and I've been the recipient of a couple of coma-inducing hangovers but nothing too bad, too regularly - unlike my friend Greggers who contracts worse-the-doctor-has-ever-seen cases of tonsilitis and/or glandular fever pretty much once a month. Last weekend has really damaged me though, neither Friday or Saturday nights were spectacular but my body is aching still, on Wednesday. The weekend was a write-off though, both nights we were up until 6am drinking whiskey and talking about nothing in particular. During the day we slept, about 3 hours in the evening were assigned to watching Rugby and scavenging (even venturing outside) for sugar fixes and food.

My eyes are bloodshot, I'm feeling extra fat, my muscles are aching and I can't construct sentences withougt thoroughly planning them out in my head.

I'm NEVER drinking again. For about a week.

16 Comments:

At 2:20 pm, Blogger Me Over Here thought it was best to say...

"I'm NEVER drinking again. For about a week."

I've said that many a time, and not even with really bad hangovers (I've had only a few). It seems like, the older I get, the more my body wants to punish me for taking even the smallest sip of anything alcoholic. "One tiny glass of wine? You're gonna feel THAT in the morning, sucker!" my body balefully chuckles.

Then I swear off alcohol forever. Or until the next weekend. After all, I'm still young, dammit.

 
At 7:12 pm, Blogger Art thought it was best to say...

I want a drink, been ageees since i went out drinking :-( Maybe next week as its half term?

ps wheres owain?

 
At 7:33 pm, Blogger Curly thought it was best to say...

MOH - Let's hope it doesn't get to the stage where you're 70 and saying "Give me a drink, I'm still young, dammit"!

Aarti - Don't know where Owzy is at the mo but save your pennies, he will be in Cardiff on 5th Novemeber for the NZ rugby . I'll be there and it's rumoured that Gav and Potter will also be around. Join in and you can have as many drinks as you want! (you'll have to pay for them though)

 
At 10:14 pm, Blogger Art thought it was best to say...

Will be there!

Even if it is with my own money.

 
At 12:59 am, Blogger Huw thought it was best to say...

Gah. When I was nineteen, I was out drinking five nights out of the seven, staying up eating cheese and talking bollocks until 3am, making it into 10am lectures, AND i had glandular fever.

Bah. On Friday, aged twenty-four (and three quarters) I went to the pub after work, had maybe five pints and left by 10pm. I was probably tucked up listening to Book At Bedtime by midnight. Subsequently I had to lay so low I didn't leave my flat until late Sunday evening.

 
At 10:13 am, Blogger Curly thought it was best to say...

It only gets worse eh, Huw? I wonder if there have been any actual scientific studies into increasing the recovery period after drinking?

 
At 2:30 pm, Blogger Me Over Here thought it was best to say...

Five pints and I would have been dead.

Okay, maybe not dead, but SEVERELY inebriated. Practically the same for me. Both leave me rather debilitated.

 
At 8:02 pm, Blogger Cleavers thought it was best to say...

Not to hijack your comments or anything but.....

After three weddings, and as a result of spending the better part of the Summer in a state of inelegant inebriation (to my surprise, being drunk at work is frowned upon - don't know why, I'm a damn sight more productive. Anyways....)I'm currently on the wagon until the end of October. It certainly makes a difference waking up at a reasonable time and not feeling like the nasty bits under the toenails of a giant.

But it means you become a bit of a grumpy old sod when you are out with friends and everyone else is drinking. Roll on 1st Nov

 
At 8:52 pm, Blogger Curly thought it was best to say...

I used the "I'm more productive at work when I'm drunk/hungover" gem before, when asked why I thought this my response was "Well, I've only got the brainpower to concentrate on one thing at time, I'm not going to get sidetracked am I?"

Good luck for 1st Nov though, at least it'll be a cheap night...

 
At 2:54 pm, Blogger Me Over Here thought it was best to say...

Extremely intelligent reasoning for a drunk man. Well done you! But how did they RESPOND to that?

 
At 3:00 pm, Blogger OldHorsetailSnake thought it was best to say...

I found out you can get drunk on brandy. But I didn't know it about grape juice that's been, you know, just sitting around for awhile, or something.

Millie Garfield isn't the oldest. There's a guy up in Canada who's 92.

Thanks for the visit, kid.

 
At 3:01 pm, Blogger Laura thought it was best to say...

i'm nopt even as old as you, but i'm feeling ANCIENT these days! apart from my birthday i have not been out drinking for FOUR WHOLE WEEKS because it seems like its TOO MUCH EFFORT and the hangover isn't WORTH IT. now, where did i put my life again??

*scurries around under the sofa cushions to see if i misplaced said-life there, along with the telly remote and takeaway menus*

 
At 6:50 pm, Blogger mr. tomas ubik thought it was best to say...

ive just come to the point where I feel as though ths shitty afteeffects are the normal and if im not hurting its a magnificient day.

i think i have a problem..but not like a real problem, just an internal problem, which are veiled by my thirst for party.


eep.

 
At 12:36 am, Blogger Me Over Here thought it was best to say...

I'm about to freakin' warn you...

Of the pummeling that will ensue if you do not post something soon.

Dammit, I'm demanding. Now get thee to writing!

 
At 7:48 am, Blogger Huw thought it was best to say...

Yes. I am picturing you collapsed at a table, your face resting in a gathered pool of scotch which has slowly seeped out of the prone bottle which lays inches from your head. Chubby Owen makes a sandwich in the background (probably using ingrediants from your cupboard. It's not like you are going to stop him), ignoring your plight.

The scene is perhaps shot in black and white.

 
At 10:32 am, Blogger Curly thought it was best to say...

Alright Eano? I know exactly what you mean, I used to be in exactly the same situation. I think I'm now slowly emerging from the other side.

You wake up and think, wow, I only had five pints last night and I feel fine! But you try performing everyday tasks but you...just..can't... quite ...fuck it, I'm going back to bed.

You two - hold on a sec...

 

Post a Comment

<< Home