My brain is broken.

[growler_south]

It's 2.15 on a Monday afternoon, and Paul just called me to wake me up. Seems we're all heading out to our favourite wee tapas bar, Dida's. Unfortunately, as I hung up, my brain exploded, rendering the ceiling of my bedroom a pretty shade of grey.

Yes, last night was another fantastic night working at Urge. Mauri played a great set, and when he became to drunk to operate the machinery he left it all to his apprentices- who did a fantastic job also! We had punters boogying until 5am, and Growler drinkin' until 7. Oh dear. Aspirin! I need aspirin!! waah!

Comments

[baerenjagd.livejournal.com]

*tsk tsk*

[growler-south.livejournal.com]

If you wuz here I wouldnt even be thinkin about gettin out of bed... ;-))

[baerenjagd.livejournal.com]

Me too!

[whiskerfish.livejournal.com]

Do you not work you regular job anymore?

[baerenjagd.livejournal.com]

Monday holiday in NZ. ;o)

[mafuta67.livejournal.com]

What you need is two Beroccas, a handful of codeine based painkillers, a small bottle of Coke (the drink, not the pharmaceutical) 3 rashers of Bacon 2 eggs and a couple of fried tomatoes.... ingest all that, then go to bed til' tomorrow, moaning gently and wincing at any sign of light.... works for me everytime!!
of course it also helps if you have someone gullible and caring enough to prepare all that for you.

[mikeybill.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it was a good night, jut a shame about that slack drunken slutty guy they had working on the back door though ;-)Have to talk to Paul and Alan about him...

[growler-south.livejournal.com]

Bollocks, he was the happiest guy there! And not drunk at all, until later...
It was great to see you there too!

[mikeybill.livejournal.com]

Hmmm, why was he so happy then I wonder????

[musclebearnz.livejournal.com]

what the fucks a tapa?

[furr-a-bruin.livejournal.com]

It's what a wee cub says when he's taking leave of his bear - "ta, pa!"

[furr-a-bruin.livejournal.com]

Two words for you when you're working bar:MINERAL WATER!

I am reminded of one Badger Flat Run where many were truly horrendously hung over, having swigged from every bottle that passed - at one point, there were bottles of Jack Daniel's, Cuervo Gold and either rum or brandy going around...!

I wisely stuck to Jack, rationed my intake and awoke the next morning with the merest trace of a headache and a bit of dry-mouth; a couple aspirin and plenty of water dispelled those problems, and I made myself thoroughly hated by being EXCEPTIONALLY cheerful to people who'd had to crawl out of their tents to puke ... repeatedly ... during the night. ;)

[boofbiker.livejournal.com]

It is a good thing NZ was having a public holiday. I could just see you sitting at your computer at work trying to think but not doing a good job. LOL

[growler-south.livejournal.com]

Its Tuesday, and thats precisely what I'm doing right now. Alan and Paul are BAD!