The One Drink Marathon

I went out for one drink last night which apparently meant one drink from each person.

I just stopped typing to shake my head.... AH! did it again.

Dave just asked me from how many people. That I don't know but what I do know is that there was definately 1 tequila. I also know for certain there was 2 tequila BUT after that... I'm not sure. They just kept coming & were all sorts of colours and sizes. I swear I kept saying no... Running away didn't work as they just chased me across the room.

It's not that I feel crappy but rather I feel as dumb as a post and am beginning to see how my demise began.

You see, I play ultimate, which is fine and we went for a post-game drink & eats which is also fine... It's the #2.

I can have one drink & walk away but the MOMENT the first drop from the 2nd drink touches my lips, it's GAME OVER! Everything starts to become a GREAT IDEA. Ok I'm lying it really starts at #1 as I wouldn't have ordered the 2nd drink... However, it is after #2 that it seemed like a great idea to go meet Jay, Alisha & JP down at Gecko.... It's also about that time where I start to think I'm really funny. By think, I mean drunk and by funny, I mean yelling at strangers.

Yup, so several beers & who knows how many shooters later, I managed to find the safe haven of my bed & wake this morning to ply myself out of the covers & trudge into work. If there was a hangover olympics, I would be the undefeated champion.