So there you are, you’ve been invited out for the night. Maybe it’s a nice meal and drinks with the girls, some work event or an old friend’s birthday. Either way, you have to deal with the fact you are going to get drunk, and therefore have a terrible hangover the next day.
Of course, you can choose not to drink for whatever reason but, come on, you know you’ll be coaxed in to “Just one drink“, which then turns into 8…
The last time I went out, I went to Leeds and met my BF and his friends after work on a Friday. We met in what I can only describe as an over-priced, hipster only, dark and dingy bar. My gin and lemonade cost me £9.50. Yes, really. This isn’t Mayfair, guys.
We soon moved on to a light, airy, reasonably priced bar with 2-4-1 cocktails for around £8. #Winning. Naturally, I had at least 4 drinks here before the next 2-4-1 cocktail offer down the road.
I really did not intend to get drunk that night. The offers of the sweet, sharp and alcoholic concoctions called me in like a front porch beacon in small town America.
I swear I’m not an alcoholic.
I knew my actions would no doubt leave me with a crippling hangover the next day when I should really be doing something with my Saturday. So, I stopped in KFC in the train station before my mammoth 1.5hr journey home.
I then stopped in McDonald’s when I got back to Sheffield. Those chicken nuggets get me every time.
I swear I don’t have a problem with fast food restaurants.
It’s now Saturday morning. I’m hardly feeling fresh but, those fast food meals and the 2 pints of water I consumed before bed really did the trick! I really need a shower, though…
I should probably hold off the drink for a while now. And, maybe the fast food…