Hair of the Dog
Feels like it’s time to post something here, only… I’m not sure what. Mark came to stay last night (only time other than the wedding that he’s been up here), as did Gaz, and… well, Mark is such a bad influence. I had visions of being holed up for two days working hard on our current project; obviously with an evening break to go to the pub, but only after a hard day’s work. Instead we spent about 30 minutes discussing the project and then went to the pub, at around 4pm. Had a couple of pints in the Closed Shop, then walked up to Broomhill where we ate dinner at Thyme Cafe (I had a pretty good minted pea risotto. All the food was unneccessarily salty though). Then a bus into town, where we had some wine at the Frog and Parrot, more wine at Trippets (I went for their second most expensive red, I have no idea what it was called or consisted of, but it was the best wine I’ve tasted in ages - a really massive rich fruity cabernet/shiraz-type thing). Saw some bloke throw up on West Street - a veritable waterfall of power-shower vomit steaming from his every facial orifice. Returned home, knocked back a couple of chilli vodka-ginger beer-lime juice cocktails, then off to the Closed Shop again for more beer. Ouch.
Whenever I’ve been very drunk recently (which was last night, our party last Saturday, and Emma’s birthday a few weeks ago) I wake up the next morning with vast tracts of memory missing, and am terrified that I’ve made the most complete and utter fool of myself during those lost periods. Actually, from what I can remember of last night I did several fairly embarassing things. When I was working at Leo Burnett’s and consuming a week’s recommended intake of alcohol units more-or-less every night, I never had this problem. Although I got very pleasantly drunk, I always felt in complete control. Now I’ve returned to being a part-time drinker, I feel the need to keep drinking the booze all night (damned addictive stuff) but I no longer have the capacity to cope with it. It’s scary.
Anyway, the party this weekend was damn fine. I might even post a couple of very blurry pictures and one or two even blurrier memories, if I get the time.