I was off the gin for a day or so.
Got squiffy enough to volunteer to try to play the drums at a jam on Sat night, only problem being that the competitively-priced (read "slightly shabby") pub had run out of tonic. I had thus been quaffing cheap gimlets for too long.

I totally missed the rhythm that the guitarist was trying to set up, so I gracefully conceded defeat quickly. My erstwhile replacement, however, helped me to look relatively sober by missing the drum-stool altogether. I still felt ill for most of Sunday though.
(BrianHequator was stretching owls, on, or around, Tue 31 May 2011, 13:06, Reply)