Cocktails - Bad Idea!

Yesterday morning was one of those days where I vowed never to touch a drop of alcohol again. With bloodshot eyes and with what felt like a hammer pounding against my head, I somehow stumbled into the chaos and madness of work for a torturous 8 hour stint. It wasn’t meant to be like that though! I wasn’t meant to meander back to my house at 4am and cling to my covers for dear life, for fear of falling! Oh no, I had it planned all differently; a few drinks back at the house, followed by maybe one or two when I went out. I don’t roll that way.

I had tonnes of drink left from a small house party earlier in the week and found a website called WebTender, where you simply select what “ingredients” you have and it lists all the possible drinks you can make! Some experimentation was in order and the ensuing hours consisted of me knocking back all manner of magical concoctions! I felt fine when we (thought it was imperative to point out I wasn’t drinking alone!) left the house, well, certainly better than I would have felt had I been drinking cans!

Cocktails have a way of making you forget though. They make you forget just how many you’ve had to drink and they make it all to easy to forget that they’re absolutely laced with alcohol!! One of the nicest ones I “sampled” had double shots of Vodka and Southern Comfort and was topped off with milk! It tasted like those old Mily Ice Lollies that were around years a go. So when I arrived at the forum, I was under the illusion that I didn’t have much to drink! So in what originally started as a way to save some money and try new drinks, quickly turned into a one-tonne night!

Pizza and Vomit. The only two things I remember after the forum closed. I remember the pizza because there was evidence of the meal deal I had bought beside my bed when I woke up… and stood in it! I remember the vomit because I tried to login and blog. Trying to focus your vision on something when all it wants to do is make everything blurry and distorted isn’t a smart thing to do. Even in my dunken stupor, it only took two visits to my good friend, the toilet bowl, to realise that blogging wasn’t happening.

Yesterday morning was one of those days where I vowed never to touch a drop of alcohol again. I’ll see you out next week!

Race to the Ribena - A drinking game

Haven’t had the chance to update this in a long time because I’ve been working my cotton socks off! I have one day left to work in what’s become an 8 day working week! When I’m not working, I’m trying my hardest to enjoy what precious spare time I have which usually ends up with me in a pub of some shape or form. Last night I dedicated my time to the cause of Tequila… it made be happy but not before almost throwing up on everyone in a fun new drinking game that I call “Race to the Ribena”.

It all started when I saw Barry with 2 shots of tequila… all for himself, so I decided to make things interesting by buying four shots of tequila, three for me, one for him and see who could down them first! Two guys downing tequila for nothing more than pride is pretty much a text book case of degenerate alcoholism, so in order to make it all acceptable, there had to be a prize! A lonely looking pint glass of Ribena was in the middle of the table and so the drinking game “Race to the Ribena” was born. The only thing that stood in our way were hurdles… hurdles of tequila that is!

I personally think it’s an ideal drinking game - the winner is rewarded with the one thing that will stop them getting sick while the loser is left there gagging, much to the entertainment of the onlookers! Why not try it yourself? In fact, why stop at three shots of tequila? I’d almost pay to see footage of people attempting something like 5 shots!

Oh and for the record, I won the inaugural event!

150 or a broken nose!

“€150 or a broken nose”. Just one, of very few quotes I remember from last night! We decided at around 8pm to try find an Irish pub. I don’t know what it is about the Irish and our tendency to gravitate towards overpriced pubs whose claim to be Irish is just an excuse to charge us more! Thankfully we ran into a few Irish people who were only too happy to buy us drinks all night! That’s about as good as my night got though!

Fast forward a few hours and we were stumbling out of this all you can drink bar. Well, the lads stumbled out, I had some black bouncer drag me out after he jumped in over a toilet cubicle to get me while going for a piss… or get sick, I can’t really remember! Apparently you can only stay an hour but I think I managed to drink back my €45 in that time.

Only one more day to go. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing, or a bad thing!