Kitty Power

The Tradeoff

I've got a supremely love/hate relationship with whiskey. I give it props because it swayed a hardcore vodka and gin drinker over to the dark side through stealth maneuvers. Overall though, our relationship is quite hit or miss.

Last night, Lina brought me out to an event blessed with an open bar. She's of the hardcore variety and drinks Maker's straight up. I'm still rocking the Highball and w sours because I try to comfort my poor liver in little ways. I love whiskey because I find it hard to take myself too seriously after just one. After last night's four, I was a social creature in majorly full effect. I socialized with some new unknown to me college folks and had a great time. This morning however, I remembered why I usually drink the whiskey in moderation.

8:30 my eyes popped open. The room was blurry and spinning, a strange and neat trick hard to understand unless you've experienced it. I got up and drank some juice -- about two glasses -- and was still thirsty. I also had the inability to go back to sleep. I laid in the bed, head pounding for about two hours before getting up to consider turning on the computer. The second I sat in the chair, my head started thumping beyond belief and that room did a little spin too. I reconsidered and went back to bed where I decided to just lay really still and eventually I'd fall asleep -- or just die, both looked like fun possibilities.

Hours later, I still hurt. I've done nothing all day, though I should've been out the house a while ago. I'm in dire need of my hangover helper -- a nice big meal of fat and grease. And people are inviting me out for free drinks again tonight. *whimper* Pray for me.

Posted by Candicissima at February 26, 2004 03:52 PM