and then promptly turned around to find the porcelain bowl...
*some girls always get what they wanna, wanna
*all I seem to get is the otha, otha
*this wont last for long
*not forever, ever
*and the champagne makes
*it taste so much better, better
I had a somewhat small headache, but after a wee spot of greasy breakfast and some orange juice, it was gone. The way to do it though, is to drink water in the middle, and end of the drinking spree, take a couple of asprin, advil, whatever before sleeephing, then eat a fattening, greasy breakfast with orange juice. Quite the sequence to remember when you're into your 5th or 9th bottle of champagne, but it does work if you manage to do it.
Red apples are icky. Too sweet, too mushy. I prefer nice crisp, sour green apples. Dark green ones with the little light spots on them. MMMMMMMM!!!! Damnit! Now I want an apple. I suppose I'll have to have a blood orange instead.
Anyway, there's a cafe across from Choki's place, called the 14 Carrot Cafe.
That we did and shortly thereafter I went to QFC and stocked up on supplies to settle in for an evening of recovery.
(2) Jugs of V8 Splash
(2) Family size Chef Boyardee Ravioli
(2) Dintymore Beef Stew
(2) 10pack English Muffins
(1) 2 Pound bag of assorted gummyworms and fish
(3) Rented DVDs (40 year old Virgin, UFC 53, Unleashed)
(2) Bottles of carbonated beverage (rootbeer, orange cream)
My recovery only required one greasy breakfast, some orange juice, and some water. Actually, around 11:00am I felt tippity top. Usually champagne-damage lasts a bit longer for me. I even drank some of the yuck after all the good stuff was gone too.
I actually didn't have much of a hangover, but my brain felt slow. All in all it was quite the evening even though we were all so drunken that every single person there missed the countdown. Quite comical if you ask me.
All in all it was quite the evening even though we were all so drunken that every single person there missed the countdown.
that is frackling hilarious! That better happen at my party next year, or else!
but let me assure you that no countdown was missed during your festivities. you may not have realized it at the time, but you should all recall frantically counting down the remaining bottles of good bubbly, followed by another countdown of the remaining bottles of the suck, followed by a countdown of people still standing.
my recovery consisted of waking up the next morning reasonably surprised I had a hangover followed by going back to sleep until I woke up without any remnants of such a thing...sleep cures everything! Although since the new years celeb I have not yet had a drink...bizzare...
Very nice. That was quite the excellent selection. I see 3 bottles of 17 that didn't really belong in that particular lineup, but that's ok. Looks more impressive that way.
that is frackling hilarious! That better happen at my party next year, or else!
