Well, I finally hauled ass away from the tv and Playstation. I decided to go out. And by God, I am paying for it.
I went out with my best mate to a local nightclub. It was absolutely packed with people and the music was fantastic. Pushing our way inside, we met up with a few people we had seen there before, and joined them at their table. I shouted a round of drinks. then my mate did, then…
After about five drinks, things got hazy. I can’t remember how many drinks I had over the course of the night, but from the raw feeling in my stomach, I would not be surprised if someone told me I had downed a whole keg. I seem to remember dancing with some of my mates and then ending up on the floor. I can only assume that I was trying out some fancy, showy moves and instead of looking cool and sexy, I ended up on my ass.
I woke up this morning with a riot in my brain and a mouth that tastes like a racid shagpile. I’m sure I added to my discomfort by forgetting to brush my teeth when I got home.
So that’s why now I’m sitting in front of my computer with a pair of sunglasses on and drinking ridiculous amounts of Gatorade.
I’m sticking to my Playstation.