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Jan. 7th, 2006

Last night, Patsington and I were entertaining an old chum who now lives in furrin parts. A few other old chums said they might drop in. Patsington and the first old chum dropped into the off licence and picked up a big box of bottled beer on their way here (Patsington was giving him - the first chum - a lift). Quite a few of the other old chums turned up, and an impromptu party ensued, which was a lot of fun. I drank wine for a while and switched to mango smoothies before I consumed enough wine to give me a hangover (I did smoke six cigarettes, though). Patsington and others persuaded an unfortunate guest who wasn't drinking because she was driving to take them to the off licence to buy ANOTHER big box o' beer. Which they consumed. And the end result was that when I came down this morning, the house smelled like a brewery. And still does, even though I've opened several windows. Now it smells like a freezing cold brewery. And I am in no mood for sitting in a freezing brewery. I went to bed at about half past one, and left Patsington and four others sharing dreadful memories of college summers in Germany. They shared these memories, and lots of beer, until the wee hours, while I went to bed and couldn't sleep because of the sounds of their hilarity. So I re-read Three Men in a Boat for about an hour until I fell asleep through sheer exhaustion. Despite this, however, Patsington is fresh as a daisy this afternoon, while I, who didn't drink very much, am totally knackered. It's not fair!



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Jan. 7th, 2006 02:28 pm (UTC)
There must be strange restorative powers in beer. ;)

Have you tried boiling some water with cinnamon and cloves in it? It might kill some of the beerishness.

Jan. 7th, 2006 02:32 pm (UTC)
Ha ha! You're re-reading Three Men in a Boat? Awesome. I'm really just picking at it at the moment, until I get some work done and have a few hours to indulge and read it in its entirety. I meant to reply to your text the other night about the medical manual that once, as a teenager, I even briefly worried that I had prostate problems.
Jan. 7th, 2006 04:13 pm (UTC)
You reading it made me feel like reading it again! I also have the very funny sequel, in which they go on a cycling tour of Germany - it was written ten years later, and now J and Harris are married with kids (to women who sound as though before they married they were the female equivalents of our heroes).

And HA! I am sadly not surprised about the prostate thing, because I've come close to similar lunacy when reading medical symptoms.
Jan. 7th, 2006 04:15 pm (UTC)
It's hilarious. A friend of mine became a doctor a couple of years ago, and she often says that being a med student, and now a doctor, was possibly motivated by a compulsion to feed and fuel her own hypochondria. She's convinced herself she's had everything, right down the most obscure -- and now-eradicated -- illnesses and afflictions.
Jan. 7th, 2006 04:37 pm (UTC)
Lying in bed tossing and turning does sound somewhat more draining than straightforward rioting. Poor Anna!
Jan. 7th, 2006 04:40 pm (UTC)
I should have just gone downstairs and joined them! But I was SO tired. I just wish I could sleep through noise, but I really, really can't...
Jan. 7th, 2006 06:27 pm (UTC)
I too am tres fatigue from kitten wrangling, but Shy Lilly has just redeemed herself by miaowing at her reflection in the mirror and then lokking behind it to see where th other cat is!
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