Second hangover of 2007
Cause: White wine. Red wine. Champagne left over from Christmas. Beer. Effect: Oh my suffering Christ alive - my head!
It seemed like such a good idea at the time - start drinking early while cooking dinner! This was civilised, this was responsible. This was, of course, an invitation to disaster.
I am now considering what the tofu munching yoga practicing pot-plant talking-to classes might call ‘detoxing’, but what everyone actually knows is called ‘drying out’, for at least a week. This will be aided by the Christmas booze now being gone.
There’s a whole industry dedicated to making people poison themselves with delicious alcohol. There’s also a whole industry targeted at getting people to eat lots of roughage. The result is that over Christmas and on New Year’s Day the suggestible population wake up and scream ‘my head!’ and then, for the month thereafter, wake up, bolt to the loo and scream ‘agggggggggggg, my arse, ahhhhggg, make it stop, make it stop….oh Christ call a doctor, agggg, that’s not right, shit shit shit I can’t get the lavvie window open’ and so on. On the whole I think one is better off with a glass of something.
It seemed like such a good idea at the time - start drinking early while cooking dinner! This was civilised, this was responsible. This was, of course, an invitation to disaster.
I am now considering what the tofu munching yoga practicing pot-plant talking-to classes might call ‘detoxing’, but what everyone actually knows is called ‘drying out’, for at least a week. This will be aided by the Christmas booze now being gone.
There’s a whole industry dedicated to making people poison themselves with delicious alcohol. There’s also a whole industry targeted at getting people to eat lots of roughage. The result is that over Christmas and on New Year’s Day the suggestible population wake up and scream ‘my head!’ and then, for the month thereafter, wake up, bolt to the loo and scream ‘agggggggggggg, my arse, ahhhhggg, make it stop, make it stop….oh Christ call a doctor, agggg, that’s not right, shit shit shit I can’t get the lavvie window open’ and so on. On the whole I think one is better off with a glass of something.
1 Comments:
I feel your pain. Nothing makes one feel older the day after a birthday than being hungover for two days straight. I have officially quit drinking for the rest of 2007...well, that's a lie, but I've stopped for awhile...at least until I get down to my goal weight. I actually wore pajama pants to the grocery, ran to the medicine aisle, opened the bottle of Mylanta, drank half the bottle, then went to the cashier and paid for it. That should be reason in itself to sober up. I'm too old to keep acting like an alcoholic...at some point it actually starts to appear that I could be one and that's not good.
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