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Making mountains out of molehills
May. 17th, 2009 11:38 amFor the first time ever, I woke up with a very slight hangover this morning. It's kind of a novelty, since I normally don't drink enough for that to be a danger. I'm ridiculously sensible when it comes to booze -- often my consumption strategy involves tagging out for a glass of water after each cocktail or beer or whatever. Not so last night.
Last night, I was flying high after a particularly successful night of stories at Tamale Hut Cafe. My good friend Aaron Golding really brought his A-game, and I did an encore performance of my Seattle journal entry/blog post, which was warmly received in spite of, or maybe because of the small bit of singing it required. Chris, one of my open mic regulars, was entertaining as well, and then there was all kinds of fun catching up and socializing before I shotgunned my Corona and a few of us headed off to The Beacon for my first attempt at a literary afterparty.
It was a very chill, quiet evening. For most of it I chatted up Aaron and my friend Rob and worked my way through two very generous servings of Jameson (thanks Steph!). Also played darts for the first time in ages, and substituted a vodka cranberry for the whiskey when it came time for a third round.
I guess I was having too much fun to remember my usual water-drinking technique, but I did sip a little before Rob and I packed it in. He had me home by midnight, and I tried to have more water before bed but I was stumbling and a little dizzy at that point so lying down was priority one. The last thing I remember before I fell asleep was thinking, or really, knowing that I should anticipate some measure of discomfort the next morning.
So now, here I am with a bit of a headache. Nothing awful, but strong enough that it's more than I'm used to.
I know I probably didn't need to write about it at such length, but I'm in one of those moods where I feel like I MUST! DOCUMENT! EVERY LITTLE ASPECT OF MY EXISTENCE! AND BROADCAST IT TO THE ENTIRE WORLD CAUSE OMIGOD, THEY'LL FIND IT AS FASCINATING AS I DO!
And anyway, it's a fun way to kill some time before I go see Star Trek.
Last night, I was flying high after a particularly successful night of stories at Tamale Hut Cafe. My good friend Aaron Golding really brought his A-game, and I did an encore performance of my Seattle journal entry/blog post, which was warmly received in spite of, or maybe because of the small bit of singing it required. Chris, one of my open mic regulars, was entertaining as well, and then there was all kinds of fun catching up and socializing before I shotgunned my Corona and a few of us headed off to The Beacon for my first attempt at a literary afterparty.
It was a very chill, quiet evening. For most of it I chatted up Aaron and my friend Rob and worked my way through two very generous servings of Jameson (thanks Steph!). Also played darts for the first time in ages, and substituted a vodka cranberry for the whiskey when it came time for a third round.
I guess I was having too much fun to remember my usual water-drinking technique, but I did sip a little before Rob and I packed it in. He had me home by midnight, and I tried to have more water before bed but I was stumbling and a little dizzy at that point so lying down was priority one. The last thing I remember before I fell asleep was thinking, or really, knowing that I should anticipate some measure of discomfort the next morning.
So now, here I am with a bit of a headache. Nothing awful, but strong enough that it's more than I'm used to.
I know I probably didn't need to write about it at such length, but I'm in one of those moods where I feel like I MUST! DOCUMENT! EVERY LITTLE ASPECT OF MY EXISTENCE! AND BROADCAST IT TO THE ENTIRE WORLD CAUSE OMIGOD, THEY'LL FIND IT AS FASCINATING AS I DO!
And anyway, it's a fun way to kill some time before I go see Star Trek.
