... Richard Hammond.
So badly.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
I chickened out.
Yes, I admit, I chickened out. After some thought I decided that my body would not take another night of heavy alcohol consumption. But more importantly I don't think my psyche could've taken it. If I'd stretched it and gone out tonight, I'd wake up tomorrow really hungover, and as it progressed my mental state would crash into a ball of flames, and I'd get another day or two of heavy anxiety. At best. And considering how bad my anxiety has been the past weeks, I thought it best to stay in. So, instead of a noisy night full of alcohol and cigarettes, I've snuggled up in bed with my laptop, and will probably proceed to watch the rest of series 3 and 4 of Top Gear.
I'm getting to old for this shit..
This weekend is Mart'n. It's sort of a local festival type thing, there's music and beer everywhere, every store has a sale, there's an amusement park, and absolutely everyone is out in the street (yes, my town only has one long street), talking to people, eating barbecue food, drinking beer. You get the idea.
Needless to say that this is just an excuse for most of us to get very drunk. Three days in a row. And I have been drunk for the past two. Weirdly enough people have chosen to come to my place for a vorspiel, warming up to go out. And both night's I've gone out for 30 minutes, decided there are a lot of stupid drunk people around that I don't know, and we've gone back to my place. Which is very nice, having fun with people I know and love. But the downsides are many. Empty beer cans and bottles everywhere, cigarette ash covering the couch and the table, smelling like a brewery when you wake up, not being entirely sure where you've been the previous night or what you said to whoever you spoke with, the panic you feel when you can't find your wallet and think "oh god I lost it", the insane hunger you get for fatty, expensive junk food. You see where I'm going?
So of course, with my perfect sense of logic, I went outside today to get myself some of that greasy junkfood, and ended up with two beers for breakfast. I said that I wouldn't be able to handle another day of drinking, but right now it seems that I'll be doing it anyway. Cheers!
Needless to say that this is just an excuse for most of us to get very drunk. Three days in a row. And I have been drunk for the past two. Weirdly enough people have chosen to come to my place for a vorspiel, warming up to go out. And both night's I've gone out for 30 minutes, decided there are a lot of stupid drunk people around that I don't know, and we've gone back to my place. Which is very nice, having fun with people I know and love. But the downsides are many. Empty beer cans and bottles everywhere, cigarette ash covering the couch and the table, smelling like a brewery when you wake up, not being entirely sure where you've been the previous night or what you said to whoever you spoke with, the panic you feel when you can't find your wallet and think "oh god I lost it", the insane hunger you get for fatty, expensive junk food. You see where I'm going?
So of course, with my perfect sense of logic, I went outside today to get myself some of that greasy junkfood, and ended up with two beers for breakfast. I said that I wouldn't be able to handle another day of drinking, but right now it seems that I'll be doing it anyway. Cheers!
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)