Now I don't ever get hangovers. Never had one, never will. I like to think that with my 84kg more muscular than average build, it just takes an incredible amount of alcohol to get me anywhere near having pains the next morning. But I doubt it.
Last night I stayed out in the city till' very late and got tipsy, woke up at 9 at a friend's house in the city and went straight to my football club's fundraiser/"Player's Day", where anyone can come for an entry fee, have unlimited alcoholic drinks and watch some dancers, otherwise known as strippers. I didn't want to go and would of rather just stayed home and start the Mages Guild questline in Oblivion, but God knows I've had my balls busted way too many times for choosing to stay home than go out when invited. And I'd never hear the end of it.
It started at 10:30am, went to 4pm, when all us drunk, rowdy and somewhat horny boys went down to the local pub and continued to party, break glasses and shout SKULL SKULL SKULL everytime someone was caught with a full glass in their hand. Now a lot of these boys work full time and Sunday is the only day free for them, and seeing them really enjoy themselves with a huge group of friends who've known each other for years is good to see, albeit it drunk. You just get the feeling if we had a punch up within our group, we'd just laugh about it at Tuesday night's training, we're that tight.
I've just returned at about 9:30pm from the marathon drinking session, and upon waking from my slumber in the back seat of my car and seeing the so white, so bright lights of my house, my head started absolutely pounding. For the first time ever, I understood how loud noises amplifies a headache and was walking around like Bernard Black looking for some 'fizzy make you feel good'.
I was/am still incredibly dehydrated and tired from what would otherwise be my 'recovery day' after a game of football. And that was my pre-emptive hangover, although I'd say the nap in the car made the headache much worse. And for those who suffer from the normal hangover the morning after, HA! In your faces.
My next post will detail the social heirarchy I live in, related to this post.
