Day: July 18, 2003

1. A musical instrument consisting of a number of wire strings
stretched over a metal frame, which are hit by felt-covered
wooden hammers operated by a keyboard.

2. Any of several species of black and white fast-running African
mammals related to the horse.

3. A comprehensive reference work containing articles on a wide
range of subjects or on numerous aspects of a particular field.

4. A mound or ridge of wind-blown sand formed in arid regions or
along coasts.

5. October 31, celebrated by children wearing costumes and
begging treats.

6. A figure of speech in which a thing is described by being
likened to something, usually using “as” or “like”.

7. An iron or wooden grating suspended vertically in grooves in
the gateway of a castle or fortified town.

8. A metal sheath or tag at the end of a shoelace, ribbon, etc.

9. A cloth cover for a soldier’s cap with a long flap that
extends down the back.

10. A small decorative paper frill used to garnish the bone end
of a lamb or veal chop.

Well, its taken 25 years, but I think I have established the formula to get me a hangover!

Don’t eat all day+go out drinking right after work at a place that doesn’t have food+drink 7 pints of cider in the last hour of happy hour+2 irish car bombs back to back (because nobody there has ever had them they needed an education)+4 shots of vodka (the Polish guy in the group had to prove that vodka shots were superior to car bombs)+a mixed drink of unknown variety (someone else bought it)+ 3 Guinesses (because who in thier right mind, at this point, would turn down a Guinness?)+(drum rol please) a Tequila nd OJ. Yes, you heard it right, citrius and devil juice – what a cherry on top of a mess that was.

So yeah, after getting stumbly drunk, I had like 4 hotdogs (with mustard and everything – am i a winner or what?) from the nearest dirty water peddler. I’m still tasting them – which is surprising, considering none of them made it to the depths of my digestive system.

I came home, got sick, and went to bed. Sleep came fast, but I was aparently snoring so loudly once I went to bed that I forced Richelle on to the couch! Man do I feel even _worse_ about that. I shoulda been the one on the couch. Last time I cut loose with this crowd on a worknight. In fact, I think it is going to be the last time I cut loose for some time.

Fucking booze – I don’t really have a headache but feel lightheaded – don’t realy have a stomachache, but defintiely don’t feel like eating…never felt like this before – even after a night of my worst carousing. Gettin older – time to stop pretending I’m not.