August 2nd, 2009
I am having a rough morning.
Last night I went out to a restaurant with friends for dinner and drinks, which morphed into fries and drinks on a patio, which became watching the fireworks from the Burrard St bride, which became drinking rye and scotch on my deck until very late. I had a great night until about 4am, when the hangover hit me like a freight train. I counted – between 4 and about 9:30 in the morning, I was sick 12 or 13 times.
Just like the old days! Ahh, sweet alcohol intolerant body!
So now I am feeling very tender and sore, from my stomach acid burned throat to my hard working, dry heaving abdominal muscles. Today is given over entirely to lying on the couch watching movies and moaning about mah belly and my general state of physiological disorganization. Might be the day to watch all those James Burke Connections series.
Sorry to hear that. We walked home after the fireworks and quit drinking, except for sharing a Tim Horton’s Iced Capp. Hope you’re feeling better now.
Well, we still had a great time. An enforced day of lazing on the couch isn’t much of a price to pay. The barfing part was pretty wretched but I don’t begrudge the events of the preceeding evening.
I really enjoyed talking with you at the Red Robin – I hope we can do more of this going forward!