So I went out for a friend’s 21st party last night, where I was surrounded by a bunch of youthful 20/21 year olds, and then there is me, who is turning 23 next week. And thus I danced like one of these sprightly young people and I definitely outdrank them. And I am feeling the effects today.
When I get hangovers, they turn me into a comedic genius when I am around my boyfriend (comedic here meaning vulgar and bizarre), but an emotional wreck when I’m alone. So this evening after Calum left for work, I proceeded to try and be healthy and good with my hangover…which lasted until I nearly started gnawing my arm off and I ordered a pizza. Which was then an hour and half late. After almost punching the delivery driver when he couldn’t work out my buzzer, I then watched a Derren Brown show and wept for the plights of the poor buggers in it. Then I pulled myself together…
…and started listening to reggae versions of pop artists such as Adele. Then I smothered my hungover spotty face with Sudocrem (I am so sexy), donned a onesie, and proceeded to copy a dance move that my friend was doing last night. My young, flexible, cheerleading friend. A move involving bending pretty much in half an shaking your ass in the air. Needless to say, it has resulted in strained calves and ended up as a roly poly.
Help me lord, for I have no idea how a 23 year old is supposed to act.