when hangovers attack
Omar and I went out to Santana Row last night, and damn did we get trolleyed. After a bit too much diesel (kiwi slang for booze), we bought 3 drinks for 3 girls. 3 girls who all happened to be driving. 3 girls who also, it has been postulated, are still in high school. Ooops. Chalk one up to experience: I’ve bought high school girls drinks, and been turned down. One less thing on my todo list! Omar and I killed off most of the 3 lemon drops, after having 3 or 4 beers, a maragita (myself), and little to eat.
Afterwards, we went to the Straits, ran into the highschool girls, ordered them water, and told them to get lost, their parents are up, worried sick wondering where they are. (not really, but that would’ve been funny as hell). Omar and I order gin and tonics (mistake number… shit, i’ve lost count. Not a good idea). After those, the night gets a bit blurred. We drank, we danced with some ladies, who in my memory were older, and attractive. After that, a cafe, croissants, miraculously making it home somehow, crash, wake up, puke, hot bath (who does that?), crash, sleep all night, wake up 9am, drink some emer-gen-C, which makes a cameo in my toilet after about 10 minutes, drink some sprite (thank god for sprite, it’s the only thing I can keep down when I’m sick), brush teeth, drink some milk, snooze a bit, get up, edit photos all day, pickup prints at costco, and finally get some solid food.
The time now? 3pm. First real meal all day. The verdict? I had too much fun last night.
By the way: the E.T.A. for the first 108-ish photos (3 rolls of film) is tonight. I’ll keep you all posted here.
on January 29th, 2006 at 4:19 pm
Gotta love the green smilie. Great GREAT photos!! Love it, love it. Should be interesting hearing the rest of your NZ thoughts. Hope the hang over is better. Better go save Mom from the dogger…uh oh. I hear dog & cat trouble!