Ruthiebaby
Member
Hmmm, the drinking.
I've been hanging like Pat Butcher's earring all day up until about an hour ago. It all started so well, I'm not a spirit drinker so I thought it need to be handled with respect. The sun was shining, another neighbour had unexpectedly called round and we thought Bacardi and Coke Zero? Why not?
And so the madness began.
I had 2 drinks with neighbour 1, we said our goodbyes and I went around to neighbour 2 (GP) other ladies were already there and so I had another, and another, and another, and another (can you see a pattern forming?) well, it was so easy. I stopped tasting the bacardi bit of the drink and so when its boiling hot you just get a bit carried away don't you? Well I did.
I think I got home about 11.45.
I woke up this morning thinking that during the night someone must have got me up and then stood on my shoulders and then bent over to smash a couple of ice picks into my eye sockets. Or I had a brain injury from some terrible blunt trauma to the back of the head. I couldn't work out which it was because everything hurt so much. Then I remembered the B word. Great waves of nausea began to engulf me but I couldn't move my head. Even my eyelashes were painful.
Then Pia came in the bedroom and then the puppy Bijou was there on the bed licking my fevered brow .... And then I think I lost consciousness.
I resurfaced about 10.30. It was horrible.
I'm. Never. Drinking. Again.
I've been hanging like Pat Butcher's earring all day up until about an hour ago. It all started so well, I'm not a spirit drinker so I thought it need to be handled with respect. The sun was shining, another neighbour had unexpectedly called round and we thought Bacardi and Coke Zero? Why not?
And so the madness began.
I had 2 drinks with neighbour 1, we said our goodbyes and I went around to neighbour 2 (GP) other ladies were already there and so I had another, and another, and another, and another (can you see a pattern forming?) well, it was so easy. I stopped tasting the bacardi bit of the drink and so when its boiling hot you just get a bit carried away don't you? Well I did.
I think I got home about 11.45.
I woke up this morning thinking that during the night someone must have got me up and then stood on my shoulders and then bent over to smash a couple of ice picks into my eye sockets. Or I had a brain injury from some terrible blunt trauma to the back of the head. I couldn't work out which it was because everything hurt so much. Then I remembered the B word. Great waves of nausea began to engulf me but I couldn't move my head. Even my eyelashes were painful.
Then Pia came in the bedroom and then the puppy Bijou was there on the bed licking my fevered brow .... And then I think I lost consciousness.
I resurfaced about 10.30. It was horrible.
I'm. Never. Drinking. Again.
