Never again
For some reason last night me and Femke had the bright idea of mixing every drink there was together in one glas and then, slightly tipsy as I was, I chugged the whole thing. Not a good idea, I have to say.
Sure, it was fun at first, but then at about half eleven it came back to bite me and there I was, unable to stop retching and feeling very sorry for myself indeed. By midnight I was curled up on the bathroom floor with my head on a couple of towels because anything other than complete horizontalness made it spin, resolutely refusing to get up and go up the stairs to bed. I retain all my memories, however, and I know I did some spectactularly stupid things and jeapordised all chance of ever finding respect among my friends and allies.
If anyone has any blackmail material on Elata, it would be much appreciated. Very much so...