Oh dear

[liadnan]

To those of you under 30 I have some bad news to impart. The day after your 30th birthday you will wake up with the worst hangover of your life. You think it's merely an aberration, for obvious reasons. But it isn't. You have lost the ability to drink and wake up fresh and rosy the next morning.

You have also lost the ability, but not the desire, to go out and have fun on a Friday night. It will take you at least three years before this fact finally permeates your thick skull.

There are exceptions of course. The inimitable Eurotrash springs to mind.

I'm not one of them and will be very unhappy tomorrow morning.

Must find neurofen before going to bed.

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Re: Ha

[liadnan]

... says the non-drinker though.

[tabouli.livejournal.com]

True, true. I often muse that my almost-teetotal status has many advantages. I save huge amounts of money, am a social asset as I don't mind being designated driver, and don't get hangovers. Keeps me young! Heh.

It's awkward in other ways, though - alcohol is so central to the way most Anglophones entertain themselves. I often feel quite the anti-social killjoy, but I'm still not keen on drinking. As you saw in Istanbul, my face goes purple, blotchy and horrible after one glass of the stuff (and just one glass of red wine gives me two day hangovers). Any more than that and I turn vague and sleepy...