Hangover or clear head? The choice is yours
My social life has gone to hell. I can't remember the last time I woke up on a Saturday morning well and truly hungover after a pleasantly wasted day.
You know after one of those lunches where the fine food just demands an extra bottle of Barolo and then sure the day is gone so we head for the pub and the pints just keep coming and the craic is only mighty.
That feeling of gay abandon. Then next morning thinking back over the witty remarks I made and wondering did I insult anyone or maybe get a bit flirtatious.