The merry go round just broke down

One of the repercussions of taking a month off booze, was that it left me feeling healthier – but a little restless and thirsty for a big night out. That came into full effect on Saturday: I had my first beer at the Crows game at 1:30pm, my last Bourbon at 5:30am at the Casino. A burning desire to keep drinking had me dragging my cohort Stranger round the West End looking for our next venue. Luckily the pubs and clubs were either shut, not letting people new people in (wise decision at that hour), or disallowing us in because of dress code (confusingly, Stranger wasn’t allowed into the Dog and Duck because he had boots on. He exchanged words with the bouncer, before finishing the conversation with ”Well I hope your parents die” which I thought was a bit harsh). We settled for egg and bacon McMuffins at the Hindley Street McDonalds. My desire to fight the dying of the light was spurned on by a Casino win, a wad of cash was burning a hole in my drunken pocket for most of the night. I had sat down to play three card poker with $50, got down to my last fiver – then walked away with just under a grand. Stanger had won himself $850 on Black Jack. We never win when we play sober.

In all it was a drinking fair session, especially considering I had a cold, and it was a school night. I got home at 6:30am, slept for four hours (fully dressed with shoes on of course) then got up and dived head first into the busiest fucking day of work I’ve seen this year. I crawled out of work at 10:45pm a broken man.

I vaguely remember the idea to take it easy this year, to cut back on shenanigans like this.

Oh well.