Monday, 18 April 2005

who gets horrendously drunk on 2 galsses of wine?

Me that's who.

I haven't felt that ill since the Cider & black incident at university. But the less said about that the better. . .

It was really weird. I drink a lot of wine so I don't know why I it hit me so bad. Ok, they were large glasses, but that doesn't explain why I had such a terrible reaction.

We started off in the Buck where I consumed the 2 infamous glasses of house white. I had to drink the last one quite quickly as we were moving on to the Seels and as soon as we got outside, BLAM, it hit me.

I was happily pissed and talking rubbish on the walk up to the pub and while we ordered the 1st round of drinks at the bar (I switched to lemonade at this point as I realised that I was extreemly drunk). But by the time we found somewhere to sit and ordered some food, I had crashed.

I suddenly felt sick, and I mean really ill. The smile faded, the chatter stopped and I could do nothing except sit and stare into space willing myself not to throw up all over the table. By the time my food arrived I felt so rotten I had to leave.

It was a truely crap end to what was shaping up to be a great night. And Gavin now owes me lunch as I have been reliably informed that he ate my Pad Thai.


  1. Sorry to hear about your night. I know how much you were looking forward to it too. Hopefully your next excursion will produce much better results.

  2. This friday I shall be sticking to Beer. I'll leave the wine for the posh birds.