2004-09-10 - 10:53 a.m. Hungover, not me! Apparently I don�t get hungover anymore. Last night the Patriots beat the Colts (mostly because the Colts are a sorry group of whiney players who should move to the NFC in the off-season because they will never beat the Patriots in our house), and I had some beers. Now, I will be honest with you. I wasn�t as drunk as I was tired towards the end there, but I didn�t really have that much to hydrate me. Wake up the next morning�clear as the day I died. No headache. No backache, and for some reason in my dream I had to shut off my alarm in 7 different ways. Around the time I actually realized what I was doing, my foot was on the alarm. I don�t know. Okay, so then last weekend. Friday we started late, obviously because of work. We drank, ate pizza, played drinking games, went to a bar (and drank) came back and I think drank a little more. One of my friends was hungover until Sunday. Me? Not even a little. I woke up and was ready for more drinking at the Barkrawl. So I ate very little (like a slice or two of pizza) and then boom, barkrawl. 6 bars, probably 2 beers each bar, and about 5 viles of shots were dug out of my pants in addition to the known three other shots I did. I went home, pretty much passed out, and Bob�s your uncle. The next day, two Tylenol and a glass of water made me ready for action. This meant maybe I should take the day off? Right? Nope. Housewarming, more drinks, drunk again, and you would think that after all this, I would get a headache or a eyeache over the fact I have to drink like 3 hours home after three serious nights of drinking. Nope. So after I declared this earlier today, Shelly told me I just cursed myself, which I must admit seems pretty reasonable. So I suggest a big hangover coming up next weekend. Just a guess. Later on today, hopefully a Review and a Private entry. So check back if you care to. | |||||||||||
