Drinking Experiment...
This weekend I conducted an experiment without even meaning to. Indeed, such was the delayed realisation of the experiment I've only been able to asses the results this morning...

Question: Can I, as a 32 yr old drink like I did as a 22 year old?

Rather than fully dedicating efforts to finishing off the demo we've been working on for, well, ever; my band and I reduced ourselves to stumbling, mumbling ruins on Friday night.

Fine says I as I awoke on Saturday morning (at half eight, ffs... that never used to happen 10 years ago), we have other chances to record, now leave me alone as I do battle with the sharp clawed, heavy footed monster that is running freely about the inside of my head.

Saturday morning slid by and, with a fried egg sandwich, several pots of coffee and countless moans and groans behind me; the monster was placated and I ventured up to Wimbledon Common to enjoy some afternoon sunshine and a few beers with some friends.

Of course these few beers swelled to become a veritable tsunami of ale and I eventually found myself snoozing on the last train out of Raynes Park.

Sunday. Christ on a bike. The hangover that greeted me as my eyes opened to the morning sun shining through my far too thin curtains, at seven cocking thirty, could be likened to the effect of having ones head used as the piñata at a birthday party for superheroes. Although this one hadn't been stuffed with sweets, they were swinging for stale ale instead.

Conclusion: Drinking heavily for two days in a row is now so far beyond me I find myself being forced to 'work from home' on the following Monday, and only just recovering as Tuesday rolls around.
( Moey, Tue 29 Jul 2008, 12:09, 3 replies)

lol
As a heavy drinking (ahem) 23/24 year old I feel your pain. If I'm on an Friday/Saturday drinking binge Monday at work is basically a write-off.

Sad days. Lousy Liver.
( whenanimalsattackhumans clad in global hypercolour, Tue 29 Jul 2008, 12:14, closed)

As a 39 year old...
I'm quite impressed I was able to manage drinking from 1pm Friday until about 2am Monday morning...

But I never made it into work (the boss kind of expects this from me every now and then though...) - turned up this morning with the remains of a black eye, multiple cuts on both hands, he took one look and said "Good weekend then?"

Oh well...

*click*
( snee held his breath since, Tue 29 Jul 2008, 13:06, closed)

Wait til you hit your 40s
Could go out and get bladdered every night in my 20's.. Now a binge ona Fri knocks me out for the whole weekend. Getting old is not much fun!!
(scowners shagged his mum on, Tue 29 Jul 2008, 17:36, closed)