Hangover+Gym=The Stupidest Idea in the World EVER
So I have a hangover. This is largely due to the fact that Jon made me drink half a bottle of red wine whilst I was in the bath, getting ready to go out, but also due to the fact that Jean got LOADS of alcohol and put it all in cocktails and then (sort of) forced me to drink lots of it! Also, the fact that Jean had got enough pasta to feed the five thousand did not take the edge off my drunkenness…
By the time we got to Sarah’s, Vodka Jelly seemed like a really good idea… and having it poured down my throat by Jean seemed just as sensible.
Mirage was fun, it was nice and quiet and it was a good night all round.
However, this morning, despite sticking to Stu’s patented “drink four pints of water before you go to bed” hangover prevention routine, my head was killing me and standing up was a dangerous activity that I did not want to attempt.
I, being the intelligent person that I am, decided it would be a good idea to go to the gym. Mmm, I feel RUBBISH! I just want to go hoooome!!!