- Dec 22, 2002
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Once a booze hound, now a semi-tamed, mostly-domesticated shadow of my former self. Saturday night found me at a wedding. The booze was free-flowing and I was mad for it. Four pints of lager, five gin and tonics, and a bottle of red all fired off. I don't normally like red wine, or any wine for that matter, but it was in front of me.
Completely inebriated, my lovely girlfriend and I cabbed it home were I promptly passed out. Sunday morning had my head feeling as if in a vice. I mean, it was bad. Worst. Hangover. Evar. Alas, here I sit, Monday afternoon, and my head still pounds...
My days of killing twenty-sixers of vodka before hitting the bars are done...
Completely inebriated, my lovely girlfriend and I cabbed it home were I promptly passed out. Sunday morning had my head feeling as if in a vice. I mean, it was bad. Worst. Hangover. Evar. Alas, here I sit, Monday afternoon, and my head still pounds...
My days of killing twenty-sixers of vodka before hitting the bars are done...
