Tequila is my enemy, it seems to get me the next day. The worst time resulted in me suddenly feeling very sick on the tube the following day and vomiting in front of a crowd at Tooting Broadway Station. At least I made it out of the station though.
Oh the shame!!!
I've noticed the hangovers seem to get worse as I get older. When I was a student, I did get hangovers, but nothing near a 6. Now, more than five pints down the pub can leave me like a zombie the following day.
This is Tim btw, I don't want Lene to be included in my shame.
But there's a bit missing from hangovers 1 star to 5 star - it's that morning dash to log on to SH thinking 'Omigod whatever did I post last night'!!!
Jezzay.
just read this, how funny. Fantastic.
Whilst being in a relationship for seven years from 18 to 25, id only ever got to stage three, four times, but now after being single for six months, ive been hitting the fives and sixes most weekends (work permitting) and its been great.
I know ill ever make up for lost time, but im going to try my hardest to catch up.
again, fantastic thread, people are wondering what im laughing at.
Tone
Must admit ive had a lot of grade 2 's
but I have had a 6 oooooooooh never again
never drunk Cider since
Great thread btw Mr FC really made me Chuckle
nice way to start the day
Definately had a few number sixes. It's when you go back to the pub the following day not having a clue if you will be let in, and if you are, what will you learn about your previous nights escapades.
My last one, I was in a hotel. I crawled to the bathroom in my room at 4am. The door shut behind me and I discovered I was in pitch darkness with the lightswitch on the outside.
Fumbled about a bit, found the loo, had a leak only to discover that the loo seat cover was not raised. After recoiling in horrer and feeling now very wet I slipped on the floor banging my face on the loo seat as I went down, which was of course covered in pee. For those into water sports, god knows how you do it. Now smelling like a soiled rag the retching to get the seat cover up in time, hugged the loo, prayed to mecca for relief only to have the seat come down and bang me on the back of the head. I reckon I need another god.
Still in the dark, with no idea where the exit was I slept in the bath.
I was finally let out in the morning when room service arrived to clean the room. After a brief exchange of words, mostly about filthy disgusting pigs, the room service lady left.
I must remember next time turn the light on in the bathroom before entering.