deserved hangover

i chilled yesterday afternoon, reading and napping, and spent a little time online reading webcomics. i'm still weeks behind on news, but i haven't had the energy in ages to catch up.

the world can just pass me the fuck by.

spot and i arrived early at the lizard, both wearing our extremely amusing shirts, and chilled a bit before the masses hit. and my word, the place was PACKED and the music was AWESOME, quite frankly it's been months since i was last at a party that fun.

an interesting metaphorical conversation with the mongoose about the iphone vs. my crap ancient nokia produced the following line:
"you enjoy your beautiful, luscious $100 hooker who provides access to any orifice... i'll stick with fucking my $3 granny in the traditional manner and keep my eyes closed."

singer arrived too, and was surprised to discover that she actually enjoyed the scene immensely! it was slightly weird when vision rocked up, because we danced together for a bit and things got incredibly awkward for all three of us... can't say as i've ever been in that position before.

and vision's looking good, all tanned from basic training :P

around 3.30am, having barely drunk anything, i sat down next to spot. he began shouting at me for not touching so much as a beer, and we immediately set about downing four whiskey shooters each. i followed that with a beer, and that's when things got a bit woozy.

in fact, after developing that oddity of speaking - very - slowly - and - carefully so as not to slur, i almost passed out on the couch. the only thing keeping me in the world of the living was an insane string of my favourite songs, and as soon as i was capable singer and i took a cab (the first two weren't "going in our direction", which was a new one) to our respective homes.

i'm most impressed with myself for having dealt with the taxi, the walk home, brushing the teeth and other ablutions, and putting myself to bed before giving up, getting up and throwing up. i've only once before been that drunk, and that's what got me to give up drinking for three years...

the hangover when i was woken up at 2pm was unbearable, and i'm still suffering traces. good thing i went straight to work with the kid doing a friend's c homework - i had to teach him about shared memory and semaphores, and for the rest just lay down and threw out handy comments and answered the occasional question. we're pretty much finished, too :)

spot's sister came over and reminded us about tekken, we had supper, and i've just discovered that the t-shirts wash brilliantly - now i'm going to finish messing about and put myself back to sleep.