Hangovers and Doctor Who
I have never in my life been as drunk as I was last night. Halfway through a bottle of pretty awful white wine (California wines here are letting me down!) I suddenly became curious as to what would happen if I just finished the entire thing. So I did. And here's what happens:
Your boyfriend practically has to carry you home, you end up peeing in the bushes of a retirement home, and then when you do get home, you hunker down over the toilet bowl for an hour.
Luke held my hair back, and got me water, and was just in general the best boyfriend a girl could ask for on a night like that.
The hangover today was atrocious and involved yet more vomit. I went to Luke's house for dinner (the first thing I ate all day). His mom said "Well, now you're really British since you binge drink like us!" and dad said "I've never met a vegetarian alcoholic before!" Then he offered me wine. No, thank you. Not for a looooong while.
I met Luke's grandad yesterday and apparently he really liked me, because as soon as we left, he called Luke's mom to tell her ALL about meeting me - and then he called all of Luke's aunts and uncles, too. He's a really sweet old man. It was nice to see how he and Luke interacted - I always find it really attractive and endearing when guys take the time to spend time with their older relatives.
By the way, have other people noticed that all old people seem to decorate their houses the same? He had a lot of similar things to what my own grandmother has in her house.
Also, who's been watching Doctor Who? INTENSE!!!! I'm converting Luke to a fan. He thinks the show is silly but he liked Blink and then he got really into this week's episode. The weeping angels are just so freaky! And I've reached the point where I'm used to the new doctor, and I'm liking him.
And now I'm off to try and get a good night's sleep to start the week off right!
Your boyfriend practically has to carry you home, you end up peeing in the bushes of a retirement home, and then when you do get home, you hunker down over the toilet bowl for an hour.
Luke held my hair back, and got me water, and was just in general the best boyfriend a girl could ask for on a night like that.
The hangover today was atrocious and involved yet more vomit. I went to Luke's house for dinner (the first thing I ate all day). His mom said "Well, now you're really British since you binge drink like us!" and dad said "I've never met a vegetarian alcoholic before!" Then he offered me wine. No, thank you. Not for a looooong while.
I met Luke's grandad yesterday and apparently he really liked me, because as soon as we left, he called Luke's mom to tell her ALL about meeting me - and then he called all of Luke's aunts and uncles, too. He's a really sweet old man. It was nice to see how he and Luke interacted - I always find it really attractive and endearing when guys take the time to spend time with their older relatives.
By the way, have other people noticed that all old people seem to decorate their houses the same? He had a lot of similar things to what my own grandmother has in her house.
Also, who's been watching Doctor Who? INTENSE!!!! I'm converting Luke to a fan. He thinks the show is silly but he liked Blink and then he got really into this week's episode. The weeping angels are just so freaky! And I've reached the point where I'm used to the new doctor, and I'm liking him.
And now I'm off to try and get a good night's sleep to start the week off right!