Barbelith Underground > Conversation > This is the thread in which people who have hangovers describe how that's making them feel

Thanks for the support chaps.

Yeah the xmas party was counted a success, so that's one positive. And I didn't do anything really bad like dance naked on the tables or snog the boss. I do seem to recall gliding along the street with arms outstretched like a plane and banking left and right around the bollards. *cringe*

I had a couple of pints after work and all was going well, but then it all went wrong somewhere at the dinner. Either I had way more wine than I thought or the tiny posh meal just wasn't enough to soak up the booze (possibly both), but when we got to the first pub after dinner I was already wobbly and babbling shite. We stayed there till closing which was either 12 or 1, then onto another pub (downstairs, very stuffy, not ideal really), where I babbled shite to someone else till finally leaving around 2am. And I realised the next day that I never bought a round as I was too pissed to even think of it. Pints just kept appearing in front of me. Mind you they all earn more than I do so I suppose we lowly office staff deserve a free drink once a year. But I'm mortified at being thought of as a round-avoider.

I know one person I was babbling to was worse than me so I think I'm okay there, but I need to reassure myself by speaking to a few more people today that I wasn't a horrible bore. I tend to repeat myself a lot when pissed.

And the journey home was rather odd, particularly as the whole of Edinburgh was wasted, as you can imagine. I stumbled halfway home, then saw a night bus so jumped on it, and was confronted by a woman with a fiver who needed a pound. I think I managed to explain to her that I only had two pounds and needed one, and eventually she thrust the note in my hand and disappeared up the aisle. So I paid for us both and pocketed the note! I'll be using that to pay for the button lost off my coat (first time it's ever happened to me after 30 years so that must be a sign of something).

Ariadne rescued me at the front door where I was standing giggling because my key wouldn't cooperate with the lock.

I still don't really understand what happened. It was like my liver just refused to do its job and I was more pissed than I usually am. Wasn't ill or anything, but was totally exhausted the next day and very unbalanced (and even on Sunday). A bit scary really. Not the usual night out and hangover experience at all.