My brain is broken.
Feb. 6th, 2006 02:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
growler_southIt'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!
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!
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Date: 2006-02-06 07:17 am (UTC)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. ;)