Birthday Fallout

Sunday, December 7th, 2008 | Uncategorized

Some of you out there may be blessed enough to have met the people responsible for my genetic makeup. I love them both dearly, and dont get to spend enough time with them. In any case, last weekend I was blessed enough to spend some time with half of my family tree that I rarely get to see.

So, we spent that time drinking, laughing, eating and walking to the next pub. In fact, so much of the drinking occurred that I felt it necessary to hand in my phone, lest it become an unwilling accomplice to another act of drunk-dialing. That was all well and good, until the phone gave away it’s hiding place by squarking loudly at “fuck, am I hungover or still drunk?” o’clock. I hate that time of the morning. Hate it.

Believe it or not, but my family can drink me under the table without raising a sweat. Sure, my brother in law can only JUST beat me to the punch, but I did witness him having a tender little moment with his herb garden. This, along with many other things, affirms him as one of “us”. He sports the ability to have a full-blooded political negotiation at 4am, and still backs up the next day to buy a coffee for his piss wreck of a sister-in-law at 8am.

*ding ding* Round 2.

I’m finding it harder and harder to recover from a night on the town. I’m not quite sure how I managed three nights in a row - however, I’m sure I’ve done some serious and permanent damage to my liver. Oh well, nasty liver needed punishing anyway.

I then had four days in which to recover, before heading out on the town with the girls for a joint birthday heels-up with the girls. That involved drinking in the rain, watching a comedy show, getting our car towed, inventing new and dangerous ways of swearing at parking officers, and then winding up with a long and winding conversation about boys.

I have another party planned next week, then the weekend after is planned anarchy, Christmas will be huge, NYE even bigger, then it’s the January Party Month… At this point, I need to check myself into Rehab and try and make friends with my internal organs before they change the locks and stop taking my calls.