Holy Crap I'm Hung Over

barsoomcore

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Executive meeting yesterday turned into a bit of a fest. Got kicked out of our conference room, got kicked out of the hotel bar, got kicked out of the Granville street bar we ended up in. There was absinthe. There was Laphroaig. There were bottles of cheap BC merlot.

You know you're in trouble when around 2:00 you're saying to yourself, "I think I should have stopped after the whiskey..."

There was nearly a fight with a short man claiming to be a US Marine, only my opinion of the Marines is FAR too high to let me believe insecure screwballs like him could ever have gotten admitted.

So I'm sitting at my desk, looking at a lightly-overcast Vancouver morning, and feeling very very sorry for myself. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch.

Hi, everyone. Can I go home now? :confused:
 

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AGGEMAM said:
What is it they say: You gotta lie to the bed you've made. ... Sorry that should be in the bed .. right? :)
The saying involves the hair of the dog that bit ya

have more absinthe...you will feel much better (or at least be taken to the nice comfy hospital)
 

AGGEMAM said:
What is it they say: You gotta lie to the bed you've made. ... Sorry that should be in the bed .. right? :)
Or lie where you fall and wake up on a strangers front porch......I haven't had tequila in 15 years or so, so it has been a while since that's happened.

ah, tequila.
 

Yesterday I went to Bologna to meet a friend and we toured the city centre until 4 AM. I would be in your situation... if I didn't have to drive. Instead, I'm just sleepy.

Next time I'm going by train. ;)
 


Whisperfoot said:
Ah how I miss the heady days of irresponsibility.
How I miss the heady days of having an 18-year-old's recovery rate.

Heck, I'd take a THIRTY-year-old's recovery rate. Man, I'm old.

I'm so old now that I recall with NOSTALGIA the times when I used to go into bars and think, "Holy crap, I'm the oldest person here by ten years." That was a long time ago.

But in turns out that a little Captain Morgan's and eggnog is just the thing. I'm feeling much perkier with a few belts of the good Captain inside me.

Honest, I'm not a lush. It's just one of those Thursdays.
 


barsoomcore said:
How I miss the heady days of having an 18-year-old's recovery rate.

I've noticed the same thing. Hangovers are pretty killers nowadays (i'm 26) compared to 18 or 20. Getting old .. is a two-bladed sword. You've got more money but you can't really enjoy the money as much as when you were young
:\
 

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