turn down the sun

So, this morning, I wake up fairly bright eyed, and moderatly bushy tailed. Shanagh, whom I had personally put to bed, was feeling the residual pain from the previous nights activities.
Ha. Ha. Sucked in.
What I didn't realise was that I was still caught up in the euphoria of drunkeness. I couldn't feel the pain, simply because I hadn't remembered to.
And then, my brain started working.

"Do you remember going back to the Club?"
"Do you remember having to tuck Shan away after the Club didn't let her in?"
"Do you remember getting that extra $20 from the ATM?"
"Do you remember going shot for shot with Matty?"
"Do you remember getting home?"

Negative. Over.

I did, however, remember sitting up and realising I had just had a fantastic nights sleep, purring on top of a pair of drunkenly folded socks. How did they get there? Did I assume that the Sock Gnomes were going to attempt to pilfer them through the night, or did I simply take them off and stuff them under my head out of some drunken whim? Alas, I think the answer is lost and can be reliably locked away with the millions of other drunken secrets.

And then with the pain.

I'm now in a world of hurt. If my head is anything to go by, I think I drunk about 14 litres of Vodka, and then gargled with about 7 bucketloads of sambucca. I know I'm the one whos soley responsible for the world of hurt that I'm feeling, but I find myself trying to pass the blame off to somebody else. Perhaps it'll make the pain feel a little easier...

Matty - for convincing me to do Sambucca shots.
Wethers, or Watchers or Smithers, - for making that hideous premix vodka jet fuel shit that was on happy-hour prices last night
Mr Noname - who bought me an alcoholic drink.
Shanagh - for allowing me to put a mattress on her floor.

Bah. And a big fishface has to go to whoever it was who tried to ring the mobile phone which was sitting next to my head. Not appreciated. I'm sure whoever it was that you were trying to call is perfectly OK, and didn't really need/want your conversation at that ungodly hour of the morning. I know I sure as hell didnt.