I’m not hungover but, boy, do I feel rough today!
Mike: So, where and when tonight? Bearing in mind your new early cycle, I guess we shouldn't stay out too late?
Alan: No, staying out late isn't a good idea as I've been averaging 3 - 3.5 hours a night since Sunday! I hope to be home by 6.30 at the latest so what time suits you? Earlier or later? Happy to meet up anywhere you like.
Mike: As for this evening, let's push things earlier. How about 8:30 in The Newmarket, and a STRICT VOW, breakable ON PAIN OF DEATH, not to go for "just one more" at The Central?
Alan: I'll see you at Newmarket at 8.30 and even if my arm were twisted, I'd not go to the Central. I can honestly say that I've gone off that place now and with later drinking hours elsewhere, there seems to be no reason to go there. So, ON PAIN OF DEATH, no suggestions of *just one more* ANYWHERE!
As planned, we met up at The Newmarket. Then we went to the Lord Roberts where we bumped into A. And then, guess what?
Yep, the three of us went to The Central!
And, as if that were not enough, D arrived. I hadn’t seen or heard from him since Friday night when I was rude to him in the club. He was drunk at the time (just for a change!) and wanted to go home with me but I’d sent him packing telling him to get hold of me when he was sober.
Again, he wasn’t sober. A bit of an altercation developed between him and A that was all a bit silly but heated enough for me to have to keep them apart.
Again, D asked to go home with me. This time he did.
I didn’t drink to excess so that explains the lack of a hangover but I reduced my sleep time to 2 hours. At this rate I’m going to give up sleeping altogether.