Hungover / Regrets Thread

Have you overindulged?
Too much turkey, followed by too much of the falling-down water yesterday?
Feeling it?
Yup, bad ain't it? And we've no sympathy for you, but at least you can come here and whine about it!
(Don't talk to me about wine... I'm stuck with four nephews/nieces all damn afternoon and frankly all i want to do is crawl back into bed: I swear I've got some sort of continental flu... my limbs ache, my head aches, I've got a bit of a cough, listen *cough*... see?
Leave me alone.... )

ps: no shouting, okay?

Missing key events. Talking bollocks. Making stuff up.
~~~SAVE THE KRILL!~~~

If your feeling really bad today.

I usually find that its because of something that I've eaten

(26-12-2010 14:56 )Charlemagne Wrote:  I usually find that its because of something that I've eaten

Yes, about fifteen times my GDA of fat , salt, protein and sugar. Arse.
I feel so whupped and I've still got more social commitments now plus a day at work tomorrow... I thought Xmas was supposed to be about having time off? Not beasting myself silly. when will I ever learn?
and I feel sick and my brain does a pirouette every time I stand; might need a tactical chunder in a bit.

Missing key events. Talking bollocks. Making stuff up.
~~~SAVE THE KRILL!~~~

Hanging this morning even had to cancel my driving lesson due to still been drunk, 3rd bottle of wine was not a good idea

Went to my Sister in Laws Birthday party last night, hardly knew anyone there really so spent majority of the night
sat in a corner drinking hard...after a few hours of that, I thought that it was time for me to come out of my shell,
Karaoke, dancing, party games....shame i was the only one doing any of them

Today feeling rough as a badgers bum

(26-12-2010 13:00 )Krill Liberator Wrote:  ps: no shouting, okay?

Whew!
Knackered - tired and my limbs ache when I sit down, stand up, crouch into a squat. And cetera.
Coughing now.
What the freaking hell was I thinking, not going straight home last night? "Oo-oo-ooh, no - it's not midnight yet; I'm gonna stay out and look for some more fun"... Yeh - WHERE exactly? Helloooo! Friday night, mid-January, everybody skint? Ringing any bells? *SHUT UP!*

Sooo, I told the little red guy to smack the little white guy right in the kisser and spent about thirty minutes trawling the seafront bars in a stiff, chilly wind, whilst staggering - like, properly staggering - and slowly noticing that there was me, three guys a bird and a dachshund named Colin in town.
Should so have got that split taxi home.

Except I probably would have tried feeling up me workmate's other 'arf. Oops.
Yeah; can see that going down well.
So I went home and stumbled around in the dark for a bit, then smoked for a bit, then jerked off (while fixating on a certain set of off-limits boobies; oops) and went to bed at about four. (for a nine-o clock start this morning) Arse.
But hey! even though I felt ready for the grave all day at work (despite the valiant efforts of a breakfast pasty) I must have kept all that sordid shite to meself last night, cos my colleague didn't say anything. In a good way.

Although I did remember that I went 100% upside-down on the dancing pole in Dolce Vita as a big middle-finger to all the crappy girlies (sorry - sexy laydeez) who held lightly on to the pole whilst tottering around through a 180 degree turn (walking, obv!) and going "Oooh, check me out, I'm pole-dancing and not even spilling me sambuca!"
Some things are best forgotten.
Then again, I need something to make all this 'day after' crap worth the effort.

Missing key events. Talking bollocks. Making stuff up.
~~~SAVE THE KRILL!~~~

My head feels like it's about to roll off and I cant stop shaking

Worst still I bought some Caburys goo-heads last night promtly eaten them, well so I though, passed out of the couch laid on some of them, they've melted and are now stuck to the cushions, whoops

It was my primary school reunion last night. 22 and a half years have passed since I left (there was supposed to be a 20 year re-union but never quite materialised )

Within minutes of entering the pub i had a my first pint of the new year and it barely touched the sides on its way down...Pint after pint followed..hilarity ensued, sambucca's and Jaegerbombs consumed one after the other, long forgotten tales of mischief were shared. (My sides genuinely ache this morning through sheer laughter)

I haven't really been to bed as i have the shakes really bad (I started writing this about 9:45 ) and have spent the morning projectile vomitting...It didnt help that i went in to check on my daughter moments ago and realised I have thrown up in her room too

The Mrs isn't talking to me (To be fair she doesn't usually talk to me anyway on 2nd city derby day with her being a blue nose but i think i need to do some serious sucking up to get back in her good books) other than to inform me i scratched the side of the car whilst making my way gingerly down the driveway (I apparently was using the car for balance and them little metal rivets on the pocket of my jeans scratched right along the side of the car )

An otherwise great night spoiled by pain suffering and likely a big bill for a new paint job

Ok it's now 5pm and I'm still hungover I've honestly never felt this bad before, the last thing I remember is throwing up in an alley, don't even know how the fuck I got home