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hosanna in excelsis
Dec. 14th, 2008 01:01 pmSo, as people may or may not know, I'm quite a friend of the wine weasel. He looks a bit this, actually. Well. I say friend. He comes in the middle of a perfectly innocent night out, knocks me the head with a rock, steals all my money and craps in my mouth. (A close relative of the cider monkey.)
HOWEVER, it turns out there is more than one wine weasel. The festive wine weasel, who looks rather suspiciously like my manager at work, doesn't take any of my money, but to make up for this does take all the contents of my stomach and whatever small shreds of dignity I may have once had.
Also, a word of warning to you all - never eat lentils on a night when you are drinking, say, two bottles of red wine. They come back whole and purple, a magically unpleasent experience.
Anyway. Yesterday I had a hangover so bad that at one point I had the shakes and was sort of beyond a headache or nausea and had passed into the strange world of the outer-body hangover. And once again, drinking (too much) wine with a cold has led to me suffering an exciting bout of laryngitus. It's Raisin Weekend all over again.
AND YET tonight I'm off to the Christmas Ball and I will go the carol concert beforehand. There is a strong chance I will not be drinking wine because oh my god I might die. However, as it's just a few short hours away and I am sat in Butts Wynd having not yet started preparation other than doing my eyebrows first thing, I am offski.
HOWEVER, it turns out there is more than one wine weasel. The festive wine weasel, who looks rather suspiciously like my manager at work, doesn't take any of my money, but to make up for this does take all the contents of my stomach and whatever small shreds of dignity I may have once had.
Also, a word of warning to you all - never eat lentils on a night when you are drinking, say, two bottles of red wine. They come back whole and purple, a magically unpleasent experience.
Anyway. Yesterday I had a hangover so bad that at one point I had the shakes and was sort of beyond a headache or nausea and had passed into the strange world of the outer-body hangover. And once again, drinking (too much) wine with a cold has led to me suffering an exciting bout of laryngitus. It's Raisin Weekend all over again.
AND YET tonight I'm off to the Christmas Ball and I will go the carol concert beforehand. There is a strong chance I will not be drinking wine because oh my god I might die. However, as it's just a few short hours away and I am sat in Butts Wynd having not yet started preparation other than doing my eyebrows first thing, I am offski.
