Based on this knowledge, you can assess the level of the hangover that I've got today. As ever, am relying on the lard (French toast) nicotine and caffeine cure. Will shortly supplement it with the traditional 'lie on sofa and flick aimlessly through the TV channels until I find something I like the look of and promptly fall asleep, waking up just as it ends.'
Had near crisis last night when we arrived at the venue for other half's birthday thing. It was supposed to be an Irish pub with a 2am licence. In the last three weeks, it's been converted into a truly dreadful hotel bar without a late licence; all plinky-plonky music and overpriced cocktails. More to the point, the entrance had moved so that you had to walk through the hotel to get to it.
Neither other half or I had any money in our mobile phones. Luckily, a mate called us to see where we were, found us then lent me her phone to IM everyone who was travelling down to see other half. It was one of the new MMS phones. It took four of us (another mate arrived having figured out where we were) half an hour to figure out how to send a text message; at least two of the four geeks. (Later, we tried to figure out how to send a picture. Six people, including several very high level geeks, couldn't work out how to send it. And we weren't even that pissed. Decided had exceptionally bad user interface and gave up.)
Highlights of party:
- Errr...
- I'm not entirely sure...
- Clearly I had far too much to drink...