Big Nights

Well it has finally happened, the thing I was dreading the most.

I have realised I cannot drink.

I went to a mates housewarming party on Saturday night (http://funnyatthetime.blogspot.com/) and the shots came out.
Now I'm getting on a bit, I recently turned 27, but for some reason up until Saturday night I thought I was still 18 when it came to alcohol.

About 1030pm shots of Jagermeister, Sambucca, Baileys, Schnapps, and all sorts of rubbish were being consumed like they were water.
The fellas are knocking back round after round, these are all big lads, 21 at the oldest and all standing 6'4 plus.

I think no sweat I can go with them and I start putting shots away on top of the ridiculous amount of Canadian club I've already consumed.......Duh!

I wake up at 1245pm the next day in the spare bed and for the first 20 seconds wonder where the hell I am, get up go looking for the missus, find her showered, dressed and well into her day, she's down in the bedroom, "hey" I mumble as I collapse on the bed looking for sympathy "let me tell you, you were a total shit last night" is her reply, ............no sympathy there.

Turns out I made her drive all over the neighbourhood when we got home from the party and basically refused to go inside and go to bed where I needed to be, I don't remember a thing between "were going" and waking up at 1245pm the next day apart from hugging the porcelain and sleeping on the toilet floor most of the night.

Sick as a dog is a saying that was made up just for this occasion.

Thats it, from now on its stuff the shots, ill leave that up to the youngens from now on, ill stick to a few beers and maybe even at the risk of having my sexuality questioned a few sky blue vodkas.



This old man learnt a valuable lesson on Saturday night!