Book 3's "The Hangover"!
On legs of jelly I step slowly and wobbly across the room unhooking my dressing gown from the door (on the second attempt!), wrapping it tightly around my nakedness I close the door behind me quietly .
I
head to the bathroom but peeing is proving impossible.
I need water, lots of water. I
stare at my blurry reflection. I look even more shitty than I feel. Last night’s carefully applied
make-up is now a melting pot of charcoal dust and I brush out my rats nest
hair. Then I start gagging and have to hang onto the toilet seat to vomit up
the poisonous sour taste of half-digested wine and tequila, there’s something
floating we must have had nibbles, I mean canapés at some point in the evening.
I hate
alcohol. Hate it. Never ever again!
I brush my
teeth and scrub my tongue several times, but my breath still smells like booze and vomit.
Must have been some Party, stay tuned folks :)
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