I'll never drink again

And yes, I know I've been here before.

Thursday was my boss' leaving do and we went out to Bogart's on Broadway, a very classy place. I had no intentions to drink anything, as I never do because of my hangovers, but... one thing lead to another and I ended up having some champagne. Very wisely after that I thought I wouln't get anything else, and got a glass of water that Eddie, our waiter, kept filling every time it hit half-way - but then my (now ex-) boss Sean kept ordering me drinks. I'm pretty good with it - I said 'no' to every round of shots, and only drank half of my chocolate-toffee martini, but in the end I had to give up and drink couple of shots.

All in all, maybe 5 drinks at most, and in the end of the night I wasn't overly drunk... but I knew I'd have a hangover. And well enough, yesterday was quite miserable - luckily at work our database machine went tits up so most of the day we couln't even do anything. In the evening I even went out quickly - this time it was another collegue's birthday, but I was only there to meet Sean again to give him the going-away present we had gotten him a bit too late. We were home by eight, and I was in bed shortly after nine.

And I slept for 13 hours, which I never ever normally do. Today - I can't say it's a full hangover, but my metabolism is still shot, and I'm now in the evening (after a nap) slowly starting to feel like a human being again.

I really should know better, I know alcohol doesn't suit me. So from now on, no drinking for me.

(And as a side note - the fact that smoking in public places is not allowed here, an evening at a restaurant is actually very pleasant. Next morning when your clothes and hair and even underwear don't smell like a sailor makes a world of difference.)

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