# posted by Supreme Monkey Overlord @ 3/13/2006 01:55:00 PM
...or maybe i'm just rocking harder? mondays are getting worse, and this one in paticular more so than others. maybe i really am getting older, or the years of binge drinking and smoking are starting to catch up. It takes longer to recover now, mondays used to only be a halfday hangover and i'd be fine by monday night. now its a full day thing and i feel like shit for the start of tuesday. it really is going to take me two full days to recover from this one.
if you want a quick rundown of the reason behind this hangover, here they are. Friday night started with wine, and after that i don't remember anything past tequila. sleep was approximated at 4-6 hours, i woke up at 9 and was feeling still drunk, so i threw some headphones on and rocked out in my own little stoned world for a few hours. after that i finished a little glass project and started drinking, again and then went down to gregs for a sweet party. picture this, beer pong with 6 people, 200 cups, and a full 30 pack. it took about 85 minutes to finish. that set the mood for the night pretty well. the party was good, then we went back to my place where there seemed to be an instant party with fresh faces and more booze. something happened, i can't confirm much but i snapped back into reality at about 4 with a warm body in my lap. woke up at 9 again and quickly got excited for the ST. pattys day parade in New Haven. the morning was feuled by a giant cup of coffee and an unhealthy dose of energy drink. off to the big city where we missed the parade because we were drunk in the playwright. at about 4 in the afternoon my body just shut down and wouldn't allow me to drink any more. got home around 7 and sank into the couch after a long weekend. the sopranos was a good episode too. i had trouble going to sleep last night so i only got about 4 hours again. all told, too much beer to count, smoke pile is depleated to say the least, and i got about 14 hours of drunk sleep over three nights. after a quick re-read of this quick recap, it's not hard to see why i'm a fucking waste today and i can't think straight or eat much.
yeah, you pretty much answered your own questions in that post. All i got to say is alteast it was a warm body and not a cold one. THAT would have been a hell of a weekend.
right on, and the cold body as something that i did check for. i get nervous sometimes because hey, i don't remember what i did so its not outside the realm of possilbilty that maybe i did killsomeone and was drunk enough to sit there petting thier cold body. not the best situation to be in but no impossible.
i might need more details on this post. i miss having weekends like that up there with you guys. here, i'm mainly surrounded by douchebags. but i like the law, so it's a trade off.
i still have no narrower idea of what i want to do with my life, except that i wont be working 80hr weeks, or if i do, its cuz that was the job i could get right away. then i get some experience, and i'm out. some days, its just fuckin depressing here.
i'm glad to hear you guys are all doing well, and i look forward to catching up. i'll definitely be home at some point in the summer, or maybe for all of it. who knows.
I think the solution is obvious... suicide pact. Anyone know when the next time Haley's Comet is swinging through here? The voices tell me our alien hosts have free beer and one piece outfits.
But on the upside? Plizaywright is cool and we got a bunch of folks to hang out. And the Irish? Yeah the Irish were there. The cover band didn't do any Pogues songs though, to my disgust.
I heard about the bar tab. I'm glad I didn't go.
tuesday update; yup, still feeling it. today started with an akward dump and has moved onto the mindnumbing lecture about part numbers, this time it wasn't my fault though, mike just assumes that i'm the one making the mistakes. that killed a good two hours of my morning.
I, who took the 30 minute drive home so drunk a few times that I hit snow banks on both sides of the road, who threw up in the parking lot before work, who became clinically depressed, who temporarily lost the ability to understand written or spoken English, am now very happy, excelling in studies, and am safer and healthier, recommend that you cut down on alcohol.
well, driving hasn't been a problem yet, but i do get other people to drive or just crash where i am, i don't think i'm depressed but i'm not a doctor, i haven't thrown up from drinking in more then a year that i can remember, this week was the first time i haven't been able to handle reading or writing since the summer, i seem to be doing ok at work, i guess thats excelling. am i just rationalizing this or what? i can't tell anymore.
For me it feels like i've grown out of that stage a little. (I'm not bragging or being condescending...i'm trying to analyize my own feelings toward the matter.) I cant remember the last time I've been really drunk. I get tipsy at most then stop. I dont see any fun in getting wasted, not remembering, then feeling like shit for 2-3 days. I dont enjoy stupid drunk conversation, in fact in annoys me. I like to maintain control of myself and my actions. I dont feel like i make any progress of any sorts by getting wasted. It just seems plain silly and immature (getting drunk) when i think about it. Of course thats just me.
Maybe its because i'm not around you guys anymore. Your social group has a lot to do with it.
we should be known as the anti-AA, we're a support group for heavy drinkers.
hey, i have to act all responsible and adult like everyday for work and life in general, can't i act like a retard or some little kid on the weekends? plus, i like drinking. fridays roll around and i just feel like a countdown has begun for the time i have until i have to go back to work. i can't stay up late and fuck off during the week so i go balls to the wall when i can. plus, i'm usually having fun while doing so. fun good, work bad. drink good, responsibility bad.
I think I'm stuck inbetween right now. Still get hammered on occasion, but I prefer not getting hangovers and wasting days feeling like shit. I drink more often (daily), but much less volume.